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