12 May 2015
cramps in the night, dream them, scream them. Bad music for bad people. The wife wakes.
The pain goes
so much for that.
The alarm, wash, gather up the things needed for the day.
- A large young woman approaches in the alley, and another rides her bicycle in the other direction. Pigeons picking yesterday’s crumbs from between the cobblestones, the cobbles all carefully sealed with tar.'
still they pick.
Dolores at the bus stop, and the two diinerbuden women pass on their way to the Doenerbude. The birds are loud in the now well-foliated trees. Because of this foliage, they are invisible, hidden..
The smoker with his pigtail, in a blue denim suit today. The small dark haired new girl, at yormci's cafe is faster today," precise, r!
The curly haired workman is at a table, slurping his coffee. Football news on the television. Walk to the platform, it is crowded. People running to be first on the train, which has come to a stop farther down the platform than it usually does. Harry boys and girls, or you won't get a neat seat , stand back, let the people off, board the train at a run, strespur, as the Germans say.
Just wait, then board, find an empty seat and continue writing and waiting.
The murky vegetation-rich countryside rests under a grey sky, the Driesler chemical works in its pristine cleanliness, an industrial beauty for a small town, can be seen in every detail in this soft morning Light. The blue color has been leached out of the shy
Trees on the horizon made by the crest of the hills that the train is moving 'between are picked out as individual silhouettes. They are now green and bushy, the well dressed tree. No longer a wintry skeleton on the top of a hill.
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