day three week twenty one, two thousand and fourteen

10.Dec.2014

four thirty, four forty five, four forty seven, four forty eight, wife awake, four fifty nine,

Five in the morning, alarm clock beeps, get up, go to bathroom. It is not rocket science, it is just the daily norm. Shower slave, admire the spots that have grown overnight, back to the bedroom, put on the clothes from the. cupboard clothes press, from the wardrobe, put them on, take the tablets, drink some water.

Search for the glasses, find them, wear them, hair combing, jacket on, do not forget the shoes.

Down the stairs, two bells from st martings, leave the house, thread through the building sites. Oldies gold shop looks exciting and mysterious, a tailors dummy in a shawl, a single bulb,..

Down lane, no people, wait for the bus alone.

There is a flock of women passing, maybe office people. as the bus opens its doors. One fare for a short distance.

The pigtailed smoker, smoking at the smoker's yellow- bordered square, talking to a highly dressed, white- haired woman who smokes too. Fiftys.

say good morning,.

Freindly glance from the short-haired, near shaven man. He is getting good at his job now.His talkative blonde colleague is making jokes with its ¡moustacheio! trying to cut tomatoes for sandwiches at the same time. Hedgehog is there, the Italian man at another table. He does strange things to his paper bag, crumpling it. He has finished his croissant. Long haired black handbag girl, 

dragging the stool the Italian had been siitting across the floor to the H+M table, sits down, chats.

Leave for the 'platform, the train is in.

Inside the carriage; a strong smell of garlic body odour starts to fill the space as the train heaves out. Before reaching Maesbury, change places. An unbearable stench, at this hour at the morning, too.

The brain will possibly fill in Moosburg. See, it does. Chattering people, zipping their bags, getting their newspapers.

Head in a daze.pk renewed. At the previous place they are all coughing now, choking coughs It cannot really be the garlic, but who knows?

It is a bad time for vampires, more people leave that corner of the carriage. All wearing strained expressions,busily remaining polite

Freising.