19.12-20/4
Dark, beeping alarm dock, lit numbers in the dark.
Five oh-oh. Light on, three tablets, slug of water, go to bathroom, shower, slave. The hot shower drives away that Tinnitus. In the bedroom cream on the face, the nose and the cheeks. Strange slimy cream. Find the watch, set the clock. put on the shoes. Novelties? no way- go down the stairs and leave the house, reach the bus stop only half aware, as my two Italian ladies pass the bus stop's shelter. Early trucks rush down the main road, they have messages to do, errands to make. Early morning work-goers, there are a few, but it is just too early.
The smoker standing outside the square, with his little pig tail, bowing before the wind trying to light his cigarette. Say good morning, good morning.
The big blonde girl his two baldy guys working with her in the cafe. She is still slow, but getting faster by the week. coffee with a lid, coffee on the go. Hedgehog is there, alone. There are fewer people today, a general holiday atmosphere, pleasant.
Leave late for the platform, that platform number six. The train is waiting. Waiting for eight minutes past six, when it may move.
Punctually it moves. Sit and write, look at the other passengers, most of them asleep. Look and write. The lights in the carriage are not as bright as always, why, some of them are'nt even on. This makes the people sleep, this lets the people sleep. Dead silence, just the rushing noise from the wheels, with the occasional rattle as functions in the track, or level crossings are passed.
It is completely dark outside, the moon is possibly new, or almost new today. Just the occasional light from a house, or a streetlight seem to rush by the apparently motionless train. Entering Moosburg the chemical plant has a few bright lights, The Netto discount store advertises itself in an obscene bright yellow glare with red lettering...
Next stop Frcisirg, alone today, Friday before
next Tuesday's Christmas eve.
No comments:
Post a Comment