monday, second week of the third year

13 July 20/5.

Up early, cannot sleep. Wander about the flat followed by a hungry cat, loud purrs and kitten sounds. Rest on the living room couch for a while and then return to bed. the alarm calls from the other side of the room, struggle up to silence it in the dim light of the overcast early morning..

- There is an empty hair shampoo bottle in the shower, and it is noisy when the stream of

water hits its emptiness. A plastic drum. Procedures as any working day. Search for clothing

in the wardrobe. Having found some, put it on. And the shoes too. Go up to the work room to fetch the camera needed for work. The one that is in a state of repair, or of being repaired.

The cat wants to leave the house too, but being a kitten, it is too young to go gallivanting.

The door lock, now replaced, is strong. It is different, much like a savings box bolted to the door. But it works automatically, that is worthwhile. 'The red light on the sensor outside is offensive, it is too bright. There is no  way known to turn it off, perhaps a piece of black sticky tape will do the trick.

Past the church, and the beer garden of yesterday evening. Down the Theater street to the town gate and the river. The river has those waterwheels in it, large and white, tied to the bridge.. by ropes.

The bus arrives after the shop people have passed on their way into work, trolling slowly and chatting all the white. Two women and a man. The man politely wishes 'good morning" in German. And a . solitary black tight trousered woman passes, searching her backpack for cigarettes as she goes.

        She does not stop under the town gate in order to light one though. She walks on into the distance, package in hand.

        The smokin g area in front of the station is bare, Anastasia has coffee ready without a specific order, and the glass doors to the cafe have not been fixed.

        H+M are at their usual place under the silent tale vision, discussing sport,

and on the platform the mosaic maker, lost in thought, lost to the world.

Board the train, and discover a free seat opposite a man wearing a Red T Shirt.

And the Train passes Moos Burg, To arrive in Freising.  

And on into work to serve all those ritalin doped psychopaths.