monday, third week of the third year

MondayJuly 2005

Wake in the heat of the morning, lie on a few minutes after awakening. The mask came off during the night, it was just to hot and uncomfortable. Go to the bathroom and take a shower, cool down just a little. Brush the hair and the teeth, and put on clothes as everyday, usual things. Check the bag, and say good morning to the early-risen wife. Hear the bells outside and leave the house. With that new self-locking door there is no need to use the hey, but have it in hand anyhow. Force of habit.

Passing the beer garden and the place where that lavatory trailer had been parked; there is nothing there now but a screen and a few pipes and a bad smell.

The scorched-grass lawn beside the bus stop is completely crisp and brown. And there is one man at the bus stop. He is waiting, most attentively.

a cyclist crosses to the road's centre and is nearly overlooked by a car driver. She does not realise her plight, and continues to drive, blithe to the problems. She is pedaling in high gear, with great pressure on her bicycles mechanism.

The pig tailed smoking man is next to the ashtray on the station forecourt. There are men at the steps up to the  entrance drinking their first bottles of beer today, slurred speech already.

Anastasia is showing a new girl the ropes. A young woman with dark hair and white-framed spectacles. In great detail the preparation at a hot dog is explained, then the preparation of a carry worst, and then how to enter things on the till. Talking for ten minutest, without a break. How will the girl remember all those details?

Hedgehog is there at his seat, moustachio is trying to flirt with the big blonde behind the counter. She shows her contempt for everything this morning, including Moustachio himself.

The glass doors to the cafes are closed again, it is necessary to squeeze past people standing at the counter to gain exit.

It is later than usual, the train is in already, and the steps are full of disembarked on their way to work in LA, the town just left still sleeping.

Fwd a neat opposite u was asleep and settle down with this notebook, Din A$, and write this account.

Marburg and Freisvg: Towns on the route, change at freising for the S bahn, pass a village named Pulling, past the building site for the new railway line.

Neufahrn and wait for the bus.

The trouser leg is now bloodstained by the cut in the hand that opened up again. Something to live with for the rest of the day.

Glass cutting should be left to glaziers.