day five week thirty two two thousand and fifteen

Fri 27th feb 2015

grope in the dark for the plastic button on the radio controlled alarm clock, turn it off. Lights on, or at least the small bedside lamp. Turn off the air pump, take of the mask and hang it up on a handy clip.

Bathroom, Turn the shower on, get soaked because the shower`s handset was pointing the wrong way around..

ice cold water soaks the night clothes and their inmate.

With the shower done back to the bedroom, look for the socks, the pans,  and not forgetting the T-shirt, get dressed, shoes on. Comb hair, search for and find the glasses and leave the house behind. And, and, and like a string of beads.

On the main street Dolores approaches, short and heavy: becomesvisible approaching from the opposite end of the main street, in the shadows so liberally thrown by the sodium lamps. Turn left down theater street, wait at the bus stop. Spots of tar glisten from between the cobbles like bits of mirror in the orange sodium lamplight. Dolores catches up, says good morning.

Take the bus, its soft seats and swaying motion would remind one of babyhood, if any memory would reach back to-those pram riding times..

The smokers pig tail is getting longer as time goes on, the gutter morgers are exchanged, and then, on up the steps to the cafe. The team leiterin, efficient as always Anastasia, serving coffees, cocoas, "lattes, cappuccinos, hot milks beers mardmiches, sandwiches, and finally an orange. Not finally at all!, another crowd comes in and the business continues.

Hedgehog, good morning. Three young men drinking beer from bottles are involved in noisy conversation. It is friday, the weekend is beginning already. Breakfast beer drinkers, macho pur.

The alcohol imbibition makes the people noisy, reduces inhibitions.. They will talk to anybody, despite the fact that nobody seems to want to 'really talk to them.

It is, after all, six in the morning.

There are fewer people on the platform today. This does not stop the usual nervous dive for the opening doors of the now-arrived train.

        stand back, let the arrivals out, stride in. Place possession.

        Wildo takes his time, now. Stand back and watch. Walk on; finaly select place, after discarding the used coffee mug,.used up and now empty, in the Trains waste him.

        After halting in Moosburg, the train picks up spend again. There is a woman who has been mumbling constantly, speaking for the last ten minutes, since Landshut. talking neither-English nor German, not French either nor Italian to her travelling companion, making use of strangely accented sing song. This companion, sits and listens to this never ending monologue.

Her face betrays title interest.

Amid stops and starts, and forward rushes-and pauses this train will arrive in Munich later on in the morning,  ejecting all of its passengers finally into the city, to squirm off on their business

Freising.

The mumbler gets-up-and goes. 

wildo too