17 April his
No sleep, own fault. Blocked nose makes breathing hard. Last night was too late, this morning is early too. Remove the masks and the apparatus, wait for the clock to sound.
When it does, turn it off.
Shower, shave, find clothing. It is the name now as at the beginning of the week.
Just that the pills have been forgotten in the hurry.
- Birdsong in the street, birds calls, repeating cadences. It is lightening lightly; the sky is visible.
Dolores is there, and a business type man in a rainncoat. he pushes on board the bus as the first man should, oblivious of others. A man-manager.
The station is quiet today, it is earlier than usual by a few minutes. Coffee from Anastasia, big blondy Hardy is left to the kitchen today:
Hedgehog on his bar stool behind the high cafe table, the one with the two rectangular legs. He is joined-by Moustachio, and then by the black haired, black dressed girl: the tall one, from last year.
It is lighter again out on the platform, and the journey to Moosburg commences into the growing day
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