3.Feb 2015
Tubes and snort, is this really a help? will sleep be, better for it? There is no knowing, not telling yet. No coins for the bus. Search and search, cannot find them. Too bad.
The snow is still is there, it has gone icy. It is very cold, compared to that which has become usual. Minus ten degrees! The moon is quite full.
Dolores at the bus stop, good morning. Bus driver refuses a fifty., says drive for free. Not every bus driver would have done that.
Yormagirls can do it! They charged the fifty.
They are all there, the pigtailed smoker in his shirt sleeves,the tall black haired girl.
Anastasia is on a day off.
The day is a rush, there has been a bad start, let us hope that it does not take a bad end...
A few nips of coffee, a few notes for this weblog, and of to the platform. A girl holds the door for me, good manners in one so young.
The train comes in with its electrical connectors sparkling brightly and crackling loudly with the cold.
Train in.
Sit,, maybe opposite to the same girl, now drinking from a red cup, she has a dress style comprising of many small things and Trinkets, listening to the sounds from an electronic tablet on white earphones. This tablet is held in a worn pink cover. The little ingot around her neck has "Ich Liebe Dich" in flowing handwriting engraved upon it.
The announcement welcoming all to the 4041 Express comes over the speakers loudly, a harsh Bavarian voice, there is no knowing what the speaker looks like. He is replaced in Mossburg by the sound of a professional recording, no accent, telling passengers to please leave on The Right.
Do it right
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