sleep like a log awake to the sound of computer music from behind locked doors. find yesterdays clothing from those places in which it was left last night. In the big room see that sonnyboy has put on the old Cona coffee machine with a gel burning gel burner underneath it.
Why is it made of glass? why not. Laboratory coffee
put on shoes and leave the house. In the street there is a market set up for today’s thursday farmers, thoough it is still too early for the crowds of people that will throng the street later on this fine sunny day.
Go to the small bakery first, the cheap one. But there stuff is unappetizing, a few young women with headscarves and long coats on look apprehensively at this potential new customer, sidelong glances at the seats they were hoping to occupy with their friends and families. The selection is lousy, and the son wants a certain cake.
Go to the next bakery. There is no lack of choice in this small German town. Pass it over, there is a vile smell of burnt cheese and toasted ham sandwiches. Nothing for the beginning of the day.
The third bakery is Ok, get four pretzels and a bee sting cake.
Some breakfast.
Return to the house, those one hundred meters, thereby watching the last late trucks sneak out of the pedestrian zone, later than really allowed.
Pass the building site, and into the house.
Watch the neighbours jogging around the block, chatting.
The sons coffee is made.
He is pleased with his cake.
ok
Why is it made of glass? why not. Laboratory coffee
put on shoes and leave the house. In the street there is a market set up for today’s thursday farmers, thoough it is still too early for the crowds of people that will throng the street later on this fine sunny day.
Go to the small bakery first, the cheap one. But there stuff is unappetizing, a few young women with headscarves and long coats on look apprehensively at this potential new customer, sidelong glances at the seats they were hoping to occupy with their friends and families. The selection is lousy, and the son wants a certain cake.
Go to the next bakery. There is no lack of choice in this small German town. Pass it over, there is a vile smell of burnt cheese and toasted ham sandwiches. Nothing for the beginning of the day.
The third bakery is Ok, get four pretzels and a bee sting cake.
Some breakfast.
Return to the house, those one hundred meters, thereby watching the last late trucks sneak out of the pedestrian zone, later than really allowed.
Pass the building site, and into the house.
Watch the neighbours jogging around the block, chatting.
The sons coffee is made.
He is pleased with his cake.
ok
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