Tuestay may, days before the third year

5 Mai 20/5

Deep sleep, confuse the alarm docks sound with the sound of the air machine.

oh, switch all the technology off, and let there be light. A grey morning, yet again. The hot shower, awaken, find the shampoo, soap, and toothpaste.. All the usual things.

Leave the house, the street-grey , damp, head occluded like the vista of the current daybreak...

Dolores is at the bus shelter, a colourful plastic bag and not the leopardskin thing. A nod, almost a bow.

As she boards the bus a flower, a lily; becomes visible in her hair. It is the decoration and hair fastener.

The smoker, cheerful.pigtailed, guten morgen. It is all the same. Walking into the station Anastasia is visible behind her counter. She just puts the coffee on. Before a word is spoken. A grin, a good morning smile. Kitschy to like it, to mention it, but worth having, as a morning’s highlight.

There are two brightly dressed workmen, conversing very loudly at the table usually occupied by Hedgehog. So bad that they are almost shouting at each other. There is no peace this morning. Big Blondy starts 'to make faces and shout bawdy comments at Houstaehio, all from behind her counter, a stupid noise.

A major railway strike today, and so much is different to the usual, Leave for the platform, see that the sky has cleared. In the meantime the day is presentable.

The mosaic maker smiles as she passes on the way up the platform. Enigmatic grin. She meets with her friends there, probably every day.

A daily routine. 

The train is quite empty, this is just in fear of the striking train drivers. The countryside appears to slide past the window, a mass of landscape, a landscape charged by anthropological activity, changed in a major fashion. Canals, 'roads, paths, fields, buildings and fences. Planted forests, fields of trees. The ground fog is natural enough.

The beavers have ruined the trees beside the canals and ox-low lakes. A scene of destruction  and decay,. almost having the rare attraction of ancient ruins, antique remains. Small animals change the landscape too, without any regard for the bigger picture that they cannot see. Neither do they have any interest in human pictures.

Boarding the local train in Frizing, after a wait of some twenty minutes. Unusual delays, but a relaxed form of travel, too slow for modern thoughts and methods.

On board a local train, resting in the station. It will be delayed for forty minutes, held up by a workers strike.

So what!