day two week twenty two thousand and fourteen

2.12.2014

        Clatter of doors, steps in the bedroom, the son of to the nightly toilet. He comes back in a panic, cannot talk. His sore throat has taken his voice, he is frightened.

He leaves all the tlghts on. 

It is four in the morning, beginning of December

        Up at five, on account of the clock, waking light, wakening beep. Take two pills, vitamin D (for the wife), fluoxetin (for da doc) of to bathroom and shower, shave dry brush teeth, all these things :clothes en, can find no sorted socks.

        Check all The clorks, all are five minutes off, one way or another..

        Five twenty eight, out on the street, pass saint Martins churg as the bells go for half past.

        Dolores in the bus shelter, small, portly, waiting far her bus. two There is no knowing what she does, where she comes from.

        The bus arrives, from Peisenberg. The number one , the first today. The five stops seem to pass by the windows, five minutes later we all arrive at the station.

        Pig tailed smoker, feet on the outside edge of the yellow smothers square, first cigarette or fifth, who really knows?

        Anastasia and the headshaven man seem to get on, he is keen, she is proficient....... He is courteous, and dailybetter at the job, doing customer service in a station cafe. Anastasio remembers that wildo drinks coffee. The day is saved.

        The strange Italian comes to the table, with his cross aunt, with his coffee., well dressed in clean working clothes. Tears apart the bag the croissant was given in to use this as a plate, or a tablecloth. Tidy little man with frameless glasses.

H&M, the two usuals, joined shortly afterwards at their table by the girls, long haired black bagged, chair dragging, and the 'mosaic maker with her long hair cropped over her ears, many metal rings there too.

Silent television on the wall shows football players rushing around their pitch, no professional, nor very trained. The best of the test, and still one side has to lose.

Both cannot win the game. Earlobes pierced all over

Platform Time, there is an unusual warning not to leave bags unattended. Is this an account of a new bomb threat, or are there thieves about? The threat of terrorist bombing is immanent, * how they imagine that this is a workable method to further their ideals is beyond understanding. Perhaps it is just pure humble impotent hatred- that causes this.

Train rushing in, far down the platform, it is almost as it the driver forgot to apply the brakes.

Find a seat, make these notes, pass Mossburg, arrive at FREISTNS.