day three week forty-six

Wednesday,June 10th

Awaken, remove the breathing mask, and look at the clock. It is four fifty six, time to get up.Turn off the clock so that it will no lo longer sound.

listen. A sound of purring comes from under the bed. It si the little cat.

Obviously.

go to the bathroom, take my dower, wash the

hair.

Return to the bedroom, get dressed, a new fresh shirt and trousers for the day. The cat, kitten, leaves the 'vestibule over and goes to its tray. For such a small animal, well, …..it will be necessary to change her feed.

Sit down and wait. Watch the kitten play on the floor. Happy, I suppose. Running everywhere...

Two bells from saint Martin's, it is time to leave the house. Those two plaster silos, or hoppers have gone, leaving an area of stained pavement where they had stood. Make a mess on the pavement opposite to the house that they are beautifying. It is overcast, but not raining. There are workmen getting into cars. They are clearly overslept, unshaven persons, men with little co-ordination. A car pulls up at the bus stop, and before it has halted a young fat male person attempts

to get out. He looks as if he is not yet awake. The person driving the car looks 'like his mother, she drives the car into an illegal  U -turn on the bending road and leaves. He staggers to the timetable affixed to the bus stop. As the bus arrives, he is still reading. then rushes across the path to be first on board of the bus...

The grey pigtailed smoker invokes good morning  at the stat0an again, taking his usual place beside the ashtray.

good Morning!

The fat youth pushes the entrance door to the station open, enters, and-lets it swing closed behind him. He behaves as if he is the only person left in the world.

Hold the door for the person following, she says thank you.

Anastasia gets the coffee, smiles, and says good morning.'

Serves all her customers and wastes no words..

Mustachio is talking to the brown haired woman, there is no Hedgehog around to-day.

Leave for the train, admire all the people crushing around the entrance. They have the brute instinct of a herd of sheep.

There will be free seats, and, yes, there are.

No point in fighting. There is nothing to gain and dignity to lose.

muflons!