day one week thirty one two thousand and fifteen

16.feb.2015

        awake agape from the black of night in the night, still night at five -sleep was almost frightening in itself. Turn of the machine, take of the mask, six hours thirty of sleep according to the stop clock on the machine. No memories, all dreams completed, none broken. like a hard days work, a good nights sleep. get up, bathroom, shower, remember last night, small celebrations in a time of celebrations.

        The shower is hot, getting hotter during the progress of the showering. Turn it cooler.

        clothes all found, go down the dark street, cobblestones in a matt lustre.The main street has the street cleaners out in force, with big machines; all in orange. with flashing lights, returning  the streets to their pristine state with inane sense of polish after the revelry following yesterdays parade had left them almost awash with littered debris of carnival. It is dark and cold.

        Dolores hurries past in her old ladies fur trimmed winter coat, wearing hiking boots, says good morning as she boards the bus That had arrived almost slyly in a manner untypical of such a huge vehicle.

Pigtailed smoker at the station speaking to an unknown female smoker,,both standing at the border of the yellow sqnare made on the pavement in road marking paint. A stylised rendition of a cigarette in one corner and an ashtray tower in the middle.

"More gen." " Magen.:"

Anastasia bright and cheery, coffee made all ready already, there are fewer people than usual.