29.June 2014
a dear clear birdsong from the yard at dawn today. A blackbird or a nightingale. An ornithologist would know. It continues into the growing light. The dock says that it is Four forty, take of the mask, go to the bathroom. Take the alarm dock along, so that its unhalted beeping refrain does not wake up the house and its neighbours.
Let the shower run hot and tend the now beeping alarm. A short sharp tap on the button shuts it down.
Shower, wash the head and brush the teeth Return and take the clothing for the day from the wardrobe. gather the bags, two today. One with this notebook and the pen, the train ticket, and so forth, the other with the camera parts needed for work today.
and leave the house, walk unconscious and unaware to the bus stop. Dolores is there, turquoise shoes on today. A bus painted in the colours of the ice hockey team pulls past, huge pictures of a bearded player all over the coachwork:
a businesman-like man with two bags on a trolley arrives at the stop, he says good morning, and positions himself so that he may board the bus first, it seems to be his nature to do this, and to be this way.
Pigeons in various colours, brown, white, grey, and mixtures thereof wheel around and alight on the road, picking and pecking at the pavement. There are many about today, and when the bus comes in they all fly way.
Check the bags contents on board of the bus, making sure that the train ticket is there. Find a small part of the camera, mislaid last week.
Anastasia at the station, the waitress in Yormas Café. Takes money, gives paper cups of coffee. And a happy friendly smile at the end of the transaction.
Hedgehog is worried today, talking to the lady with the brown hair. Moustache wishes them good morning, receives a grunt for an answer.
and so to the Munich Train, full of people dealing with the remains of unfulfilled sleep and interrupted dreams.
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