Tuesday, the end of March

the clock sounded at five, so shut it down. Three shy beeps.
There is no need to awaken, all are asleep, so sleep on untill seven. Still the head buzzes and the mind aches. It takes for ever to move past injury to non existence.
The mask leaves the face crumpled, the mind is clear.
It is a dull morning yet, the lost hour is a setback for early risers and a joy foqr those who go to bed later.
Sitting in the sitting room, the room with the bureau, the two pianos, the television and the noisy ticking quartz clock. Time ticks steadily, minute hands running away from hour hands, to pass again an hour and five minutes later.

It is a grey day, nobody is awake.
There is the sound of a police cars horn of saint Martins.
At seven thirty there should be the sound of Saint Martins bells.
There goes a second police car.
A second disturbance of the peace.

Tiredness takes the upper hand, despite a good nights sleep.

monday, first day Osterferien.

ten to ten, after wakening at five, wandering about the flat, thinking, drinking cold coffee. Read the response to yesterdays Facebook posts. The first ever. Maybe the last.
Dizziness, mindlesss. back to bed for a while.
What is wrong?
What?

WHAT!

All were asleep, are awake now.
No go No time, Need to shop.
It is raining.
Take out the yellow bags containing recyclable waste because the house opposite has done so.
They will remain till tomorrow if this is wrong.


son practices piano

Take a pill

It will not do.

Son comes in, blowing a red plastic whistle.
Given by the union, now celebrating a cheap compromise.

The confusion in the head.
Brain bread

dread

Sunday, recovery

things must be better today.

they really must. The odd swinging spasms of headache, come, demand attention, and go.
A warm shower helps.
The dining room table is a mess of computers. There is no space to think.

This is a complete and utter mess

make coffee, think of the details.
concentrate on the details
make coffee
computer and coffee.
write this

There is time off work now
two weeks
Things must get done today.
They really must.

There will be no train today


At least the coffee is good

Saturday sickness

aches and pains, whistles in the brain. Freezing cold and overheated.
Today is a day for illness, first the son, then the wife.
All the joints are sore.

Stay in bed all day, take an aspirin, fall back to sleep.

It is now six in the evening, the head pounds noisily,
but for the record, this humble offering

day five week thirty six two thousand and fifteen

'Friday 27.

Free breathing, awaken, turn off the clock at the bedside. Bathroom, slower, ready to go. er

No-

cannot find the jacket. Eventually discover it on a door hook in the kitchen, hung up in a fit of absent- mindedness last night.

The uncleaned shoes, no time to spend cleaning them. hurry to leave the house, take up  the paper, and go down the street in the light from the leather shop: The flagstones on the pedestrian path are drying from the edges, all damp in the centre.

It is still dark at the bus stop today, due to the heavy aloud cover. There is no Dolores, and the Italians pass, one dressed in black, with her tights, and one dressed wearing grey baggy training trousers, sports warm up thingys. Very proletariat. The bus, in so unremarkable Today, sit in

the very front.

        The way between the bus and the station entrance is hampered by many bicycles, pedestrians need to pick their way through.

The smoker, pigtailed still, and alone at his designated square. The one door to the station is still closed, it still has red and white warning tape all over it.

        Think about it. That door is opened and let fall close by every passenger entering the station, every day.

        It is severely tested.

        Big Blondy does the coffee ritual today. kafay? Jubitte, pay and place a rubber stamp on the discount ticket. The ticket is full after todays stamp.

This is the last working day until the end of Easter.

The train runs through a grey wet landscape, past the Netto shop sign in Moosburg, smoothly, appearing almost to slide on the new tracks. People come on  board, there are not many. Hear the release  of the brakes, a pneumatic whistle followed by a short sharp sound-

        Moving on through the sodden landscape, no longer grey, but green now, a green that will steadily grow as the spring progresses -> .

        News of the smashed airliner is on all of the front pages; but most of the passengers, the reading public today, are reading the sports section.

Time progresses, the dead will be buried,.

what is left of them. 

day four week thirty six two thousand and fifteen

Thursday, 26'the

tangle of tubes, straps and fasteners, sleep is now

a more complex thing.

But the dreams are complete, unbroken.

In the struggle, the alarm clock has the wrong button pressed.

Take it to the bathroom so that it is at hand when the snooze alarm goes off

Shower, and the alarm actually stops its snooze phane, starts sounding. Leave a string of aqueous footprints across the floor on the way to turn 'it off.

afterwards, in the bedroom, put everything away.

Walk down the street, there are a ferry few people walking in the shadows that are liberally scattered by the dim tights suspended over the middle of the street.

Dolores is sitting in the bus shelter, quiet. The Italian women had already passed, on their way into town.

Bus comes, as always, Dolores boards first, as always. There is no time for bad manners. "She leaves  first too, before it arrives at the station. 

The pigtailed smoker there standing at the yellow- square reading his book, nods.

guten moryen,

Anastasia, high-voiced "Kaffee?“ Ja Bitte.

Yes please. Stamps the little discount card and serves another customer as the coffee flows out of the machine to fill the yellow paper cup.

The news of the locked out pilot is a shock.

News on mobile phones.

Hedgehog, quiet, nods, reads his newspaper.

The train punctual, people rushing, rushing

when there is no need, and no hurry.

There is a jolt as the second part of the train couples with the first part, a complex activity in the morning. Train driving.

A young woman closes her holiday suitcase on the platform. after a last minute check, and comes aboard with her boyfriend, or husband. Perhaps they are taking a holiday together, enjoying cheaper fares "before the easter holiday reason starts in earnest with the beginning of the school holidays.

Ticket collecting by a white haired woman, short hair, exakt, precise."

Firing, the end at the first part of the journey to the work.

Public Transport.

        * 

day three week thirty six two thousand and fifteen

Wednesday, 25th Hamhno is

- off the alarm dock, light on, machine off. five hours, mask undone.

get up, bathroom, let the water run hot, shower search for the glasses, to then find them were they were supposed to be.. 'Having got the clothing together, combed the hair and shaved the face. De-stublled.

Down the stairs get the paper.

The town is uneventful, there is no-one in the streets.

The two Italian women pass the bus stop on their way into town. There is no news on the mobile telephone.

The railway Station has the ‚'pig tailed man smoking his morning cigarette..

good morning.

The one main door the station is broken today, as in all the past week. Use the other one, holding the door for following persons. Anastasia disturbed by the night of a fifty Euronote proffered by a man for a cup of coffee. Sad sight. change is provided...

Coffee? Coffee.

Hedgehog is there, talking to the black dressed, longhaired handbag girl.

Many people stop to stare at the television showing pictures and commentaries on the crashed airliner. The armvaft trebled...

On the railway utulfvm a very slim young girl with black hair, white plimsolls; black trousers, so tight that they are like stockings, stands carrying her books.

A slim slip of a girl, like an elf in her flat shoes.

'It is light at this hour now, spring in the air. The young girl is shivering, this is the downside of looking good ahead of the time, without due regard for the prevailing air temperature.

The Timely Train, is shorter than expected. A man runs down the platform, chasing the end of the train.

Like a dog chasing a passing car.

At least he is not barking.

Stand back, let the others on first. They rush and push, as if there was nomething to be missed . Last on is the slim girl with the blacktight trousers

- She sits opposite, and commences to write her papers, do her schoolwork.

Who knows? 

doctors app day

turn the clock off, doctor’s appointment in the morning. Lie on, it is pleasant.

Sometime later, turn the antiapnea turbine off. Lights come on telling me that it has been working for seven and a half hours today.

The prevalence o f backlit lcd or led screens nowadays! The days of printed messages on wheels and drums and stacks of mechanically flipped cards seem done and gone. Only on the most expensive watches, mens jewelry, is all this mechanical intricacy still held and revered.

Shower, towel dry. Small luxurius for meanwhile big people.

Age matters. Age fattens.

Find fresh underclothes, fesch, as an Austrian might say.  But not in this case!

Cold coffee in the coffee maker, makes you look good, as Germans say, literally „macht schoen“.  Laptop, notebook. Yellow light through the window, the grey light of the overcast sky reflecting off the Schoenbrunn yellow of the house opposite, yellow walls and white fasciae around the windows.

Soon the sons alarm will sound, that is the start of schoolday panic, an ending of the quiet and peaceful part of the grey dawning day.

Four beeps

Thats it

 

day one week thirty six two thousand and fifteen

Ho Marth 22

a restful night staring at the ceiling of the bedroom in the dark. after four hours of deep sleep, it is strange that this is sufficient. The hiss of the breathing aid, the supercharger is almost comforting."

If this is no, what is to be done with the extra time? Get up earlier to write notes? go to bed later? Work on pictures? Extra time is not to be wasted..

The days clouds are visible through the window as the alarm rings, announcing that it is time to start the official part of the day.

lights on, pump off. Rest awhile. Showered only last night, no need today. Get up, get dressed for the day

Pick all the things needed, and down the stairs. There is a newspaper in the letterbox, news for the day.

a rotting bottle of whisky, empty. Jim Bean. resting on the church steps, drank dry. The battle will not know who emptied it, neither wiltthe emptier be conscious yet.

Dolores at the bus stop, quiet, fur trimmed coat, leopard patterned handbag.

good Morning.

The bus driver pulls a face as the older woman enters. Not his type. a man like him who places great value on appearances.At least enough to not rsee past those that do not please him.

Crowd of smokers at the station smoking square. The pigtailed one too, he is there with his one with the red hair and long coat.

good morning.

Anastasia is in an enormously good and friendly humour today, smiling, it would lbe fun to hear her sayy 'Coffee today as usual sir?' She rays it in germen 'Kaffee?".

Succinct, but its the thought that counts.

And her smiling eyes and laugh go a long way to starting the day on a good footing.

Blog away in the cafe-, nearly knock over the paper coffee cup, coffee to go . uh oh

Isadora says' good morning' on the steps, the the working girl, the nighttime drink with the guys,the mosaic maker. Says hello, and curses the railway service, which has cancelled her train all the way to Munich. She is going to be to leave in F arsing too, and continue on an uncertain journey with slow trains and busses.

To add insult to injury, there is only half of the train available, twice as many people, high density travel.?

People smelt of smoke, and make comments.

Finally, the driver.

says "all out, Freising"

have a nice day

SUN2 two of three, fifteen

snort, just quietly, wake.
light grey day,
get up
never mind the time

Sunday.

git ap
get up,
sloppy today,
pyjamas, wander about
look through the window in the door from the kitchen - see the son doing his Latin homework.

Big test on Wednesday, Latin.
Bavarian force feeding children knowledge - make an elite.
or something.
He is happy in the morning.
Make coffee, bring the wife a cup,
with sugar, milk,
„leave it on the bedside table“
note the german quote.
shower.
son is now at the minecraft.
on his computer.n

light grey sunday
bells tinkle
calling the faithful



Normality

lazyday

blocked nose.
six.
six in the morning.
on a saturday.
weekend.
sleep.

eight
listen to the coffee maker.
Burble to itself.
pull the knees up,
feet over the beds edge,
push to the vertical, with the arm.

get up
barefoot to the kitchen
it was put on
take it off the heat.
back to bedroom
clothing

Living room table,
wife brings coffee
chat.

Sunny weather
flea market day

day five week thirty five two thousand and fifteen

Fri March 20

late awakening, a failed alarm clock. Too bad.

Shower anyhow, take the pills, find a fresh shirt leave the house.

The alleyway is deserted, but bright. It is a quarter past six in the morning. On the main drat there are people muttered, walking, some do look dazed by the preceding night. A row of empty beer bottles in front of the church, because of the warmer weather and night time revelry.

There is a group of young men at the bus stop, a good sign. When the bus does come, it is the verbose driver who takes the money, gives the Ticket, and keeps up a running commentary on his actions all the time.

        The Station has more people around it then at the much earlier time. Anastasia and Big Blondy are having an earnest and serious discussion about some sandwiches and their placement in the refrigerated showcase.

        The persons boarding the train are different from these at earlier times. It is hard to describe the difference. There are more older men in office clothing, for example...

        The train leaves Landshut at six forty seven. There will be no repeating yesterdays disaster, (being so involved in the reading of the newspaper that Freising is past and the journey proceeds all the way into Munich main- railway station).

        Yesterdays mistake.

        Mooseburger fills the train with noisy talkers. It is bright on this day of a partial eclipse. at ten thiry eight today.

        There are crowds boarding the train at Freising, They make it harder to leave 'the train.

And the landscape, frosted i low-kit, earthy and white, tight green and yellow. a hat wearing cyclist driving his vehicle on an earthen track past a bare tree.

day four week thirty five two thousand and fifteen

19 May 2019

carefully turn over and press that button for silence. Lights on, disconnect the tubes, rest four minutes.

get up, bathroom, shower and brush the teeth. The mask has left marks, on the bridge of the nose and the right hand side of the face.

A 'last minute panic searching for the glasses.

The alleys and the streets are empty but for a truck that is backing into a parking lot, a truck delivering fresh goods for a cafe.

The main thoroughfare consists of cafes, bars and clothing stores. There are hardly any other shrops there any more. Apart from pharmacies, druggists and jewellers.

Dolores is at the bus stop. Gate Mogen.

The birds are louder today,. dawn is just breaking as the bus arrives...

Pigtailed smoker and the crimson copper haired woman in a white coat, both talking, standing on the line around the yellow square.

Anastasia presumes a coup of coffee, and gets her money. Her eyebrows have been trimmed to

non-existence, a mere shadow.

Fashion, supposedly.

Hedgehog and moustache and a few others. The black haired girl appears to have left the group.

It does go on, thing that changes,doesn't it?

- At six, on the-dot according the railway dock, down the stairs to the platform. The train comes in, find a seat. There are more people travelling today and, Therefore, fewer seats.

But by the time the first stop is reached, this has been written. 

day three week thirty five two thousand and fifteen

48 May 2015

Wake up, startled, press the wrong button, disconnect the mask, the turbocharger thing, bathroom, hot water, shower, shave, and so forth. Dry using 'a fresh towel, return to bedroom.

The alarm ends its snooze, makes the wife waken and then the day has a bad start.

Gather the items, fix the clock in the hall yet again and depart from the house, collecting the waiting newspaper on the way.

The town is a grey mass today, like the head. Again Dolores gives her good morning, a few cyclists pass-

One German woman strides by, resolutely to work at five thirty. The ground shakes under her tread.

Italian women pass too, dressed in black Tights, all wrapped up in winter coats against the cold.... The hotel on the other side of the river has opened again, under a different name, otherwise all the same.

There is a bird singing, sounding just like a piece of unoiled machinery. It was there a year ago as well,

The darkness is becoming more transparent with every passing day.

Dolores is wearing her fur-trimmed coat today, as is clearly visible under the glaring lights of

The pigtailed maker is chatting to the woman with the orange hair...,. then maybe it is crimson, the light is not good enough yet to be able to tell.

New girl with red lipstick at the Cafe, doing her job. She appears to be quite alone today. Just  a  little bit flustered. Hedgehog is reveling in his paper, all alone today,.at his bar table....

This day will take its course, but it is already tlght on the railway platform, a red dawn highlighting the first cooling steam from the atomic reactor in the distance, glancing and reflecting off the railway’s rails as the train comes in.

so dramatic.

go to the door at the end of the first half of the train, and, whilst boarding, the second half is to be observed approaching out of the sunrise welsh wormlike with its glowing headlamps and sinous movement.

The shock as the  trains couple makes the whole ensemble shudder.

There is a seat abhaile available opposite the same girl who was on the trainer during the homeward journey.yesterday evening.

At the end of this account we are rolling into frersing.

Alright clear marning now. 
Albright gave a clear warning

day two week thirty five two thousand and fifteen

17.March.2015

A wake, turn the machines off and the light on. Then the bathroom, the shower. Remember to put the slimy white cream on the healed nose. To get dressed for the day, go into the sitting room for the bag, the one that contains my book. The untidiness is incredible, there are jackets thrown everywhere and shoes and newspapers and things. Extraordinary. Sonny boy trouble later today.

Fix the hallway clock,-yet again. It will need a new spring someday, or a new suspension  for it’s pendulum

'There is a newspaper in the letterbox, something to read, maybe later.

At the bus stop check  the mobile telephone for mail. There is nothing of interest.

Dolores says good morning, she seems cheerful today. Count the money for the bus driver. The bus is full of the stench of sweat and body fat.

Not all people smell sweet.

The new help is working with Anastasia today. She forces a professional smile, wearing bright red lipstick, and is learning fast to be fast. 

Hedgehog is alone today, wish him his 'goo ‚megen'. He is enjoying a read in his newspaper

On the platform, platform Number 5, a man asks directions for his train He speaks neither German nor English, an' no French either.

It is daybreak, the rails making off under the hedge towards a grain storage tower. In the distance, the reactor issues steam, providing power for the beginning of this day.. 

day one week thirty five two thousand and fifteen

Ho March 16

cannot find that clock, it is not to be found at all. It makes its noises in the dark, and is not findable. The sound is not to be located.  Turn the bedside lamp on, disconnect the mask afterturning off the compressor, and silencing the clock.

An illicit rest for three minutes, and then shower. Wash the head, and all the other things, morning things. The socks are strange, they do not take the strain, and fall apart. Need of new ones, perhaps at the next fair - the telephone, the notebook, the wallet and the watch. Rapidly grabbed accessories for the day. struggle  past the building site • One man on the street, coming the other way. A very big tall beautiful girl walks up the street, away from the bus stop, followed by the two chatting Italian women, in their tights. It is not that warm, but vanity in the ruler that  they measure themselves by, high profile, be attractive

The bus in the same as last Thursday, the same

type of vehicle, a quiet driver. 

who gives two copper coins

and a ticket,

in change for the proffered money.

At the station the way is blocked by a mass of bicycles, deposited everywhere.

The smokers square' is now repaired, fixed.

The PT smoker is outside it, his favourite airtime. good Morning, gut mow ken.

Good Smoking.

New girl in the cafe, the quiet and efficient type. Big Blondy in the background, exchanging comments loudly:

She shuts up,  good fortune  for all who like their peace.

Hedgehog greets Mustachio, the paper is on the table, the television is silent.

There are endless details today; but none arouse curiosity, none are worth while...

Arousal curiosity.

During this time after rising, the train rushing through the blue grey green landscape is the time that all arousal is quiet;

listen to a coughing man in the voiceless Train.

- Travellers on their way to work in the first light of the  beginning of the day.

     

Cold Sunday

up early, for a weekend. Six thirty, get up, go to the bathroom, sleep monitor says five hours. Better than less, but more would be better.
look at the mobile phone. Mail.
Slow and small.

It is cold in the living room
Silence, golden light reflected off of the house opposite, on this cold day.
A table with four place mats, three glasses, a bottle of cola and a bottle of water.
On the floor the schoolbooks and the ironing table, two pianos, card table and a writing desk.

Go back to sleep.

Saturday, no work today,

the sincere intention to relax has left the bed occupied, filled at times that it is normally not. Coffee is brought by the wife, a paschaesque situation today. She departs for the flea market, a root around all the used clothes and broken dreams.
"Cieling, tell me what to do“
The plastered cieling tells nothing, get up

Grey cold march day
Son is doing homework

Alone in the house
listen to the clocks tick

prepare for the days jobs

Strike on Friday

No sound, awaken in the dawn grey in the window, wrapped in the mask, loosely providing a large quantity of air at a slightly raised pressure.
Stops the gullet collapsing in deep sleep, unblocking the airways, avoiding asphyxiation. Such is the theory.
It works in practice.
It makes deep sleep possible.
Years of dreams interrupted by the emergency processes of the dreamers body.

get up, bathroom
Still half asleep after nearly eight hours.
teeth, living room, computer
write this
Make coffee
Sons Alarm
bring coffee for the wife
cannot find the milk.
The kitchen has been rearranged.

Find the milk,
put it all into a blue cup on a green saucer.

Today is a day of strike
more pay more pension shorter hours,
Reality dreams.

Ok.

day four week thirty four two thousand and fifteen

Due to the overcast weather, it only gets tight by the time the train is in Mon burg.

12.3.2015

Alarm sounds, noisy. Turn all the switches, under the mask, awake. A week is drawing to a xlose. Clothes need to be found, the shoes are not in their place. Shower first, shave. Under the wash think of evil things done, do not pay lke with like etc.

        Find the shoes after a search that finds the glasses too. Take the pills, the usual two.

        Leave the house, pass thebuilding site..

        In the main street a man with crutches shouts, for no clear reason, there is no-one whom he could be shouting at..

        The Two Italian women pass at speed, There are a few minutes still untilt the bus arrives. It does, and the darkhaiered driver wishes a polite gutter. Maynard, takes his money. Later, a view oft the railway station, with all its 19 50's buildings,. its public clock with its four faces. The bus station at the railway station.

        PT and the Orange hair are chatting. in front of the ruins of the smakers square. It has-a trench of some depth erasing it now, in the course of some underground cable-laying. * It is all fenced off and equipped with warning fences Anastasia pust the coffee on, deals with n bodies at once. This is not a thing that anybody can do, she does it well.

But that happy smile she used show is lost. f

A young couple, a young woman and her boyfriend to stand in the caét with a stack of bags. They have an argument, the young man in very southern European male in his bearing. Almost offensively so

Hedgehog looks deeply troubled today, but like the television, he is silent... The corners of his mouth are turned down.

The young couple argue about who woke whom This morning. The main, perhaps an Iranian,presents his case using a combination of body language and loudness. The girl is demure, one can see that she has likely organised all the packing whilst he was dreaming.

The signs announcing the train are all wrong, this is confusing.

But the train is on time.... Perfectly.

The machine that munches the days is running.,

winding up the thread.

day three week thirty four two thousand and fifteen

Arainevery day, the wall train from Rosenheim comes into the first what form of the station, igniting

- end to the nojvmm in the cafes.

Hold The ninny door for the person following, a young girl who rays 'thank you' in an incredibly dear voice.

Board the train, and fill 'the pages with this account, the black pen ending all that is written as it is written,... for the computer to misunderstand later.

On leaving the station the sky is tighter.

Now it is foggy and gray, it is the ignominy of another Tuesday..

A young woman does exercises in in the life carriages lobby.

The train approaches Fusing.

The end of the train part of the Journey to work

MillM aerz

an irregular but satisfactory, abeit short, sleep is terminated as usual. Turn off all the machinery of the night, go for a shower, get the fresh clothes.

all the usual procedures, check the contents of my pockets.

The alleys, lanes and streets are empty, just these heaps of yellow bags containing theused packaging of the last two weeks, all propped against the walls waitng. for their collection.

Later on, in the big pedestrian- zone street, they are to be seen in large heaps, some metres tall.

              

They glow yellow in the sodium lamplit dark, like some kind of jellyfish.

        Alone at the bus stop, 'and the italiian girly women go past, early to work and early to bed may actually both be bad for health and wisdom, contrary to the popular expression.

        Dolores arrives, a muttered good morning. Three minutes later, she gets up and goes back the way she came. Perhaps she is unwell, it is hard to ray.

        Both the smoker with the pigtail, and the redheaded one, are standing smoking their cigarettes on the station forecourt.

Good Morning.

Anastasia in the café, tight lipped, efficient.

Takes a filled out stamp card, says thank you (donkey) as she tends after the coffee. She has everybody's drinks dribbling out of the machine simuttaneously.

        H+M, both in their workmen clothes, staring at the television over their heads. It is showing basket ball pictures, the Harlem Globetrotters. Somehow, they have got into the news. As usual, thesound is off, and so the television is a silent movie.

        The steps down to the Turnell; and then the floor of the underrail tunnel itself, have splashes and spots of blood on them. The red marks look like bloodstains. Maybe a bad nosebleed, maybe nocturnal violence. Maybe tomato ketchup dripping out of a hamburger. The train comes in on platform No. 5, are opposed to its usual track No. 6.. A loudspeaker announcement informs of' this break in the routine.

Due to the overcast weather, it only gets light by the time the train is in Mon burg.

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day two week thirty four two thousand and fifteen

Tuesday, hank tenth.

        Awaken, roll over, turn off the clock, the machine, and switch on the light.

        Rest.

        Bathroom, brush teeth.

        Bedroom, find clothes, search the wardrobe..

       Find the shoes in the sitting room, where they were left last night...

        Go to the study room, find the mechanical part that is damaged. That needs to be repaired later in the day...

        Downstairs, and out into the alleyway between the tat 'houses on the way to the even taller home church, looming over the town, the spine name one hundred and thirty metres tall. one hundred and thirty metres of red bricks instating to install the fear of god in humans and a place to breed for birds, for pigeons and falcons.

        Bitter cold today, on account of the clear sky with its waning moon. Dolores huddled in the bus shelter, goes ahead early, the bus in the distance, in anticipation of the warmth inside the public transport vehicle.

        It is warmer on board t.

        The red haired smoker in front of the station wearing a thick white skirt. Join the own line at former.

Anastasia glances over, a quick look, puts on a cappuccino, a coffee, another coffee and a latte. and tarts taking in the money from everyvody.

        gives everyone their drink and whatever else They want, like sandwiches, cigarettes or whatever.

        In silence.

        She knows everybody, knows everybody poison.

Good for her.

       

 Hedgehog and Moustachio, under the silent television. Some other people, women in winter coats:,

A train arrives, the smalll train from Rosenheim comes into the first flat form of the station, indicating the end to the daily sojourn in the café.

Hold The glass door for the person following, a young girl who says 'thank you' in an incredibly clear voice.

Board the train, and fill 'the pages with this account, the black pen recording all that is written as it is written,... for the computer to misunderstand later.

On leaving the station the sky is lighter.

Now it is foggy and gray, it is the ignominy of another Tuesday..

A young woman does exercises in in the carriages lobby area.

The train approaches Fusing.

The end of the train part at the Journey to Work 

day one week thirty four two thousand and fifteen

It is a present, a gift, sleep undisturbed by nightmares of asphyxiation.
Not on account of the nightmares going, but because their cause is gone.
turn off the clock, turn on the light, switch off the pump, take off the mask, get up, go to the bathroom , wait for the shower to heat, wash, dry, brush teeth, shave, comb hair, back to the bedroom carrying the sleeping clothes, take a shirt from the wardrobe, pants and socks.

Where are the shoes?
Under the Bed!


Out of the house, past the hoardings of the building site, pass the yellow crane.

In the distance, between the houses, a delivery truck serves the pharmacy and household store. It appears to scurry between the buildings, reversing, parking.
It looks like a very large white rodent with tail lights.

Dolores at the busstop, the two italiean women pass on their way to work. One in jeans and a pullover, one in black tights, and a military jacket.
Both with black hair.
Cyclists on their way to work, mountain bikes without mudguards.

Bus driver is a silent solemn man. A man who would rather be in bed.

No PT smoker, but there is the women with the red anodised hair, sucking her cigarette, turning herself into a bo tox customer.

Madness at Yorma’s café.
Anastasia says
„cafe laüft schon“
Coffee running
pay
get the coffee between two cappos and a latte.

The train is early.


Sunrise over the chemical plant in Moosburg.
Red in the morning

light seems to pour in through the window, the sun is out and shining

A bright morning light, a late light after a long night watching films, on television. Episode after episode.
Take the mask of sleep off, and leave it on the wooden butler, it is late, it is sunday.
Sleep is over,
kitchen,
son up, lego, sound of computer ventilators


The bells have already sounded, and are dumb now

Son is singing to himself, building important things
He recieves a telephone call, weekend visit.



The wife has her coffee in bed.
The cups are small, the dishwasher is full,
she needs another, and gets it.

sameday saturday

awake awake leave the bed bathroom it is late, seven.
weekend, slow down.
Haircut at eight thirty, barbers appointment.
barabers

son in the sitting room doing Latin.
early latin.
German essay remains a bad thought.
grind coffee,

make a few cups, sugar and milk, one for the wife.
Black for me, like my mind.
Son plays piano, no practice

Edith Piaf,
or the red horse,
a bad abuse of a good song
das Rote Pferd

Copper Moon, day five week thirty three two thousand and fifteen

6'March 2015

awake, it is four. Take off that mask, turn off the machine, go to the bathroom.

at five, turn off that clock, go to the bathroom and enjoy a shower. The water is too hot and then too cold, varies about its ideal temperature. Clothes, all fresh and new.

Nice.

Mail on the mobile, set the clock. The ticking sound all night was a cheap quartz clock, very noisy.

The wife is up, goes back to bed again. 

Leave the house, walk down the street. It is cold underfoot.

Dolores walks ahead, very slowly, Towards the bus atop.

There is no hurry today. No, none. The moon is full, or nearly full, shining the its way through the clouds. There is a woman in the bus stop shelter, smoking. Dolores looks into the shelter, sees her, and then scuttles off to a nearby park bench that she may have to herself.

The bus driver has a crowd to deal with today , yet again.

             

        There is no PT smoker at the station, but the woman with the bright red hair is there. A brilliant, metallic red hi colour, she must be in her fifties, colouring like a cockadoodle doo.

She smokes outside the square as well. In defiance to the rules, but only just outside, perhaps so that she can excuse herself by saying that this was an accident.

Anastasia serving, no orders needed, The coffee just appears on the counter. She knows many of the regulars now...

Mustache! and Hedgehog are chatting. Attheir table.

The day is starting quietly. 

The copper moon is low over the landscape of bare trees moving quickly past the window.

day four week thirty three two thousand and fifteen and the american dream

5 march, 2015

awake, before the doctor awakens. Take off that mask, The one that keeps air flowing. Steadily. Higher pressure in the air pipe, like some turbocharger for humans. Wait for the clock

        afterwards,. step into the shower, shave the bristles in the face, there are no two ways about it, a new shaver will become a necessity.

        All seems organised again today, comb the hairs and don the glasses.

        Take up the bag and walk. The bright tights and the canine effigy in the leather shop attract attention..

        Dolores, at the bus stop. With all her leopardskim patterned accessories.

Guten Morgen

A young woman in a red anorak and a businessman with a trolley case

- Quite a crowd today!

        The bus driver seems surprised. But The journey, the five-minute journey is the same:

        There are now more bicycles in front of the Station, people are using them again now that it is warmer. Pigtail and cigarette, the smokers square.

guten Morgen!

        Big Blondy is serving, nerving in the cafe, noisy, embarrassing and inneficient. She is exchanging bellowed comment, with Moustachio. A strange person,. A person who is a strain on what would otherwise be a - relaxed atmosphere.

The pills, both of them, were forgotten today. Will survival be possible?

        That cafe is boring today, noisy because of Moustache and BB. They are still exchanging their remarks, and so really noisily..

        A group of Americans wander in, Their load voices and nasal accents pervading the whole station. One man wearing shorts. Every loud statement with an ascendant note at its end, turning every statement into an indignant comment, as if the speaker is disclaiming any serious consequence to what he is saying... 'A stress on the last syllable, or even the whole word of every sentence. It sounds as if they are raging 'contradict me if you d- dare".

        We shall contradiction forswear.

They are in the railway carriage too, but by the time that the train has left Moosburg, they have reduced conversation considerably,. 'The one in the shorts commences to eat dried fruit from his cloth bag.

        It is still dark outside, there is fog and frost everywhere there.

"pattern and practice" on the day three week thirty three two thousand and fifteen

4 March 2015

        alarm sound off, take off the mask. Bathroom and shower. on time today.

        it is cold in the bathroom, the son, left the door open on his nightly excursion.

        Back in the bedroom, search for fresh clothes, In all the drawers of the wardrobe. There are no things but leavings.

        "gather my things, readyto go"

Last thing, find the belt, this holds trousers up, that are tight now but will loosen during the course of the day.

Take the rills for the day.

The streets are slimy and wet and glistening today, chilly. The art gallery in the house next door is getting ready for its next show.

And Dolores, with a leopard skin patterned headscarf and similarily patterned handbag sits in the shelter at the bus stop.

Disorientation continues as time goes by, causing disquiet. Was the dosage wrong today? There are strange email messages otn the telephone, there have been repeated attempts to crack an account. Is this a fake warning or a real warning?

Questions over questions, and no answer in view.

Smoker grumpy, pig tail and all.

Yorma’s silent Anastasia supplies coffee, never asks. Hedgehog and Moustachio!, chatting intently in their corner.

Waiting for the train.

Tiredness, and" it is so dark outside the carriage". are the only emotions and sensations that are left once the train is underway to its destination.

The halfway mark on the daily path to work

is F Reising. 

day two week thirty three two thousand and fifteen

3"Mar, 20 is

Dreams broken, awake, alarm off, rest a few minutes more.

Dreams of coins in pockets, small kids telling that the hair is lovely. Nonsense.

awaken, clock?, It is eighteen past. In one unfluid motion rush for the bathroom, the tower, towel, wash, dry, ok, get clothing, dress, find the watch, glasses, money, pen, packet, coat and bag, look at the clock,:

        It is half past.

        Back to normal, down the stairs, and down the alley.

        - There are more cyclists now, as the weather is not so cold. The town has so few parking zones that this healthy activity becomes a necessity.

Dolores is to be seen sitting huddled in her tweedy coat in the bus shelter.

good Morgen.

She looks unhappy.

When the bus arrives, she gets on first.

- As always.

A curt bus driver today, short in speech.

Drives smoothly.

At the station the smoker, the pig-tailed one. Outside his square, in his short sleeved shirt.

gut Mogen.

Anastasia, non smiling, serious mode, fast and precise. Just a coffee, a single stamp, and change in return. All is well, all functions are good to go.

The Hedgehog and Moustaches are standing at their table, they both talk happily, obvious pleasure in each others company.

There is one man new to the group, he seems to more suitable . They talk quietly, not trying to impress each other overly. Pleasant

Proceed out to the platform, the first one, the one with the ticket vending machines. See the- little

Rosenheim diesel train approach, a small two- carriage self powered thing, no engine, like a bus.

Down the stairs, the granite ones, they are just the heighth the height h to cause sharp pains in the knees. Old knees.

No place for old bones.

The lift has been repaired, ignore it. Climb the granite steps to the platform

Masochist? Nr, given exercise in moderation, the pain will go.

Let the people on board first, why push? There are enough rents to go the round. The record half of the train couples with the first half, the while ensemble shakes.

sit down, a seat with a table and  man with a fresh crew cut sitting at it opposite.

- Leave Marbury, and then 'disembark in Freising.. 

day one week thirty three two thousand and fifteen

2M"az 2015-

"Wake disorientated, cannot find the clock. Turn the light on, the small bright light. Undo the mask, lie back, relax. Think 'bout work.

 And there we have it: It is five fifteen in the morning. Hurry now, bathroom, quick wash find socks and underclothes in the press, and dress. This pressure is all self induced, Take the pills, one, two three, cream the nose, glasses too. The glasses need to be cleaned again, and down the stairs.

Past the son’s, and his friend's computer museum,. kids set up all the old hardware they could find, got it it all running, old tables, set it all up. And opened it to the public.

No matter now, unlock door, check keys, hurry down the warm wet slippery street, through the market place, meet all the people usually seen from the bis stop, the' Italian girls of girth, the office 'people.

- And arrive as the bus arrives, Punctual-

The bus driver is late, he is irate. No change;

just small notes,

Oh-well.

at the station there is no pig-tailed smoker, just two women, one outside and one inside that mothers square. The one outside is the older, brightly dressed, orange haired one.

Big Blondy at the cafe, bending  over the waste bin, trying to empty an ‚ashtray, oblivious to the customers watching the seat of her trousers bob up and down.

Suddenly she exclaims, a whoopsing noise, stands up, and asks for  the next customer.

. One coffee please.

One stamp on the card, change given, and: she commences serving the next, runs around the corner, 'flustered. Comes backs, finds the coffee is finished, some time ago, 'puts it on the counter, almost spilling it, and is gone. Getting the next two orders confused.

What confusion, what an enormous expression of futile haste.

In the background, there is a man battering butter brazens... with a machine that spreads butter. He is wearing plastic gloves for hygiene’s sake. The machine sprays butter with a loud  squelching noise.

Mustachio is one of those who had to wait. Hedgehog is there, his usual decent friendly self. And now, as it is time, goto the platform. 

nosund ay, day

fulsome, awakening sunday morning, mask off, all pills, No Water !  drink from kitchen tap to flood them down to their dissolution in some internal enzymatic acid bath to be absorbed through various tubular organ´s walls into the blood stream to pass through cell walls somewhere in the system, cause a serotin release or inhibit the same, dissolve the membranes of some bacteria or cause immeasurable benefits to the body by releasing floods of vitamin D1 on the various processes needful thereof.
Bathroom, mornings ablutions and start the shower.
The lime choked spray head sends its spray of water in places unthought of, onto the floor through the open door of the glass enclosure, everywhere.
Close the door, let it do its worst.

get the towel and the floor mat,
enjoy the shower
son comes in
call of nature
one bathroom only,
this is a matter of urgency.

Finish shower
dry
hang up mat
out
clothing
cold coffee

Dim day
Son goes to an ancient computer,
plays a game there
sit down
write this
Hello World……………………………………………………………………………..