dawn light and bells in the distance,always six bells, the more distant ones starting later. It is as if the day was started by some supernatural bell ringer rushing away from the sleeper, madly getting all the bells in hearing distance rung, the final  bells being the most faint away in the distance. Those ten kilometres away are later by thirty seconds anyway, and the poor insane bell ringer cannot do them all at once anyway.

Get up, bathroom, brush the teeth. The cat jumps in through the opened window, mornings greeting, purrr and small cat call, food-wanting.

Toilet first, teeth and shave. The cat is patient, take the cat food tin from the fridge and dollop some of the food on the cats plate. Attentive purr and feeding noises from Miriam the cat, the cat that will be alone all week, but for the neighbour´s children.

Put this grey machine on the table, and then see to it that the coffee is ground, close all the doors to contain that sound.

Empty the machine and fill it again, using the beans just broken. Listen to the people outside, bavarian loud, shouting butchers delivering dead animal parts to their shop. There is a thought of pressed rat and warthog, ginger baker and cream.

But all this goes with the sound of the bialetti, coffee completti, a slice of toast cheese and tomato.

At seven the day is brighter now. The butcher shop woman bellows into the street, they have not finished with their deliveries yet.

And the aircraft flying in to munich airport pass overhead, one every quarter of an hour.

and still the lovely peace of the morning, the sounds of the day have not yet combined to a steady roar, there are single birds (crow) to be heard, passing cars on their own, and now the whine of a hydraulic digger on some errand. And now one bell, it is a quarter past seven.