Wednesday, 15 April 2015

MidWeek day four fifths through the second year

15 April 2015
Sleep disturbed, many small awakenings. The sound of The clock, the beeping signal, ends the night. All of the tube and the mask off, the machine displays that sleep was good and sound. Untruthful device.
The shower of warm water, on the head and the shoulders.
Wash.
Take fresh clothes from the wardrobe, and use the spare five minutes to collect two small parts for work, and leave the house as the church bells toll twice, on the half hour.
Half past five.
At the town gate there is a bench, on which a young woman is sitting, smoking her cigarette.
Waiting, with the portal to the old town in the background, framing the bus stop, and Dolores dragfootedly approaching the seat in the shelter. 
Take care to walk past behind the bench, avoiding a bronze table there with a small model of the historic part of town on it, also in bronze.
'also avoid catching the woman eye.
good morning dolourful Dolores!
The bus is the non-experience again, fiscally undaring fishily staring individuals, barely awake and . yet not asleep sitting in rows upon the seats.
There is a huge white delivery truck in front of the station.
Unloading.
A young woman with Asian features is serving the coffee today. She is polite and thorough, does her Job.
Temin Leiterin Anastasia is hovering in the background It is a tension free morning.
Hedgehog alone, in fresh blue workman trousers. He is alone, standing symetrical with the road table in front of him, resting both his elbows and the flat of his hands on it. The table has only one leg...
On the way to the train there is an African woman and her child with its buggy cursing the lift roundly in some strange language. It does not work in the manner she requires, 'she is pressing the wrong buttons.
The Train is already in, and there are passengers waiting for the second half of the train, the part that couples with the train already there, to make it twice as long,, to absorb all the commuters to Munich.
These people have an aggressive stance, waiting to pounce on a trainful of free seats.

The African woman leaves the lift having obviously found the correct button in the meantime, and asks in a loud voice as to whether this is the train to Munich or not.

It is the train to Munich. 
Ja, dieser Zug fährt nach München

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