24 April 2015
the clock, the light, the machine, put down the mask. The end of sleep, to 'da loo, turn on the shower, get a towel.
Shower Hot and short, dress for the last day of the week. Take these pills and, cream on the nose..
The old t&n dock has stopped yet again. Since Monday. Start it, maybe it will work this time. Another item to be repaired.
The dim light of morning is Brighter than yesterday, it is just barely warmer too..The calls of the birds, and the sound of hte delivery trucks in the sleeping town are all that is, to be available today..
On approaching the bus stop a man is to be seen running away down the tweet. He appears to be fleeing, but why on earth would he?
Dolores is in the bus shelter, Juten Morgen.'
- A short while later she is picked up by a passing ear, the name beamer as the last time.
Today the river and the bridge are visible, the one reflecting the sky on its steaming surface, the other picked out by street lanterns, still illuminated.
Above, there is a huge thunderhead-like cloud of steam, emanating from the distant atomic reactor. It is suapplying the early morning demand for electric power in nether Bavaria.
The two black: tghted Turkish women pass on the way to their kebab place. And the group of shop and office people too.
--Guten Morgen.
The small birds with the loud whistles are calling to each other with short melodies, little sequences of notes, that are picked up from a bird colleague across the street, near the theater, and repeated-
Like an echo.
Anastasia really gives the impression that ale is glad to serve the coffee, she knows already, ahead of the request.
'A good start to the day. Happy to see her
In the cafe there is a young man in an overall reeking of a strange mix of machine oil and
- sauerkraut-
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