day four week fortyone two thousand and fifteen

wake, kill clock, turn off respirator, register the fact that it was only six hours sleep yesterday. So?
rest a while, too da loo, fresh socks, fresh underpants, fresh shirt. Shower?. Not today.
remember Frömel book for mihi mihailovich, freind of the polish one.

Good morning landshut.
it is cold and cloudy, blue-ish light from the dawn behind the overcast sky. Birdsong, dawn music.

This is the second day of the rail strike, the journey to work will be longer. The pen is forgotten, try to memorize details for these notes.
In the bus a black haired young woman, dressed in fashionable black outfit is combing her hair, carefully, untangling the tips, throwing the pilic casualties on the bus floor after disengaging them from her comb.

In the Yormas café she sits in a corner, applying makeup. Be pretty for the day. but save as much of the beauty sleep as possible.
Anastasia smiles kindly today, maybe it is pity, maybe her humour has improved

The punctual train, is quite empty today. Many are using their cars again today, to avoid delay due to the train drivers strike.

There is a dawn after all, as the train moves out.

The clouds have receeded, but it is so cold.

compared to the beginning of the week.