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.