tuesday, third week of the third year

21.7. 2015

Up as always, these days. There seems to be no purpose in it, the weather is hot, the air is humid.

Shower, shave, and so forth.  Pet the cat, the cat all whole and purry again, even after yesterdays defenestration.

The sink is clogged again, or the sink of the washbasin.

De-clog it, work for the early morning. Gather the fresh clothing, fresh is great after yesterdays heat. And, at the sound of half - past, out into the church lane, or alley, or whatever. The brickwork appears to be standing in relief, a trick of the morning tight The bakeries down the direct named Old Town,

are just. opening, being refilled with a days supply of frozen pastry and dough products.

To be warmed up and fed to the populace.

Through the town gate's portal the water wheels are visible, turning slowly in the current. At the bus stop, the deserted bus stop, the bag is checked once more, all the needed things are there.

The bus comes early today, 'and in the distance the approaching shop girls and the man are visible. One of the girls is wearing a bright fright orange tank top, almost a hazard warning color.

At the station, the pigtailed men stands, straw hat in hand, beside the ashtray. He is smoking , as he always does when in that place.

He says good morning, he must to be in a good humour.

thong Yorma's Café, Anastasia the prime example of early morning efficiency, faster than anywhere else at this hour. The coffee is there before it has been asked for, a curt greeting, and she is off to deal with the next customer.

Hedgehog has his friends around him, the brown henna headed woman and two men, with enormous stomachs, both so big that they would need a mirror to see their Toes if they ever wanted to. They are talking loudly, stupid-man talk, louder when the brown haired on has gone.

Anastasia, in the back ground commences instructing the  new service girl with the white glasses and the black hair. Anastasia has a high, voice, and explains the preparation of the Yorma's delicacy in the greatest of detail.

And, off to the platform at six. Watch the groups of people fom around the doors of the meanwhile arrived train., waiting for them to open.

Go to the smallest such group, jostling is hateful. Wait till they have all boarded in their frenetic hurry.

And find a neat seat in a carriage, a seat with a table before it to rest my notebook and pen on. Start the black pen, click click, and commence writing this.

The mosaic maker sims down on one of the seats opposite and sleeps.

And later she opens her eyes and says -
„hello".