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

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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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