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.
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