end of the week end of the month

and awake,  awake, no sleep now,  grey cold dawn outside. Bathroom, first stop. Change the brush part of the electrical toothbrush, the old brush looks like an over- used broom. Toothpaste.

The son is up already, tidying things away in that new shelf of his, filling the space for his schoolbooks with his computers. New systems will not tidy things on their own, A new shelf will not increase tidiness on its own. All that happens is that the surface area that disorder may use is increased.

Human voice from the machine, the sons friends are back online, all playing in their sandbox. Go and get dressed, that computer has a camera, they can see. It is like the Orwell book, nineteen eighty four.

Being watched from afar by a machine with an eye, eerie.
From outside the room it sounds as if there are four people in there.
In reality, there is only one.

But it is better than playing alone, a thing well known and sorely remembered.


Awake, agape,
The weekend will be spent cleaning the house.

Suppose
There is no idea and no plan now.

da dee octors dee

wake, go to the loo, dark five.
The small feline is delighted.
finish the pissing business,
feed the feline.
It did not eat yesterdays food, it wants better fare.
Greedy little ungrateful animal.
Almost human in it's way.


Pick up the computer, go to the living room.
Exhaustion, why? no concentration at all
Slow, thoughtless, what is wrong.


Back to bed, sleep like a log.
Wake into a doctor day, appointment

Better now,
Wife has made coffee.

nudding but tinnitus, the known headwhistle.

No work today.
Doctor day, work done yesterday.




ierased all comments yesterday, even the ones i loved.
Axxidenz will happen, and with machines they are all permanent

2.26146475 The cat.

The cat.

stands on the mat. And purrs impatiently.

Look at the clock. It is not time yet. Another four minutes. Taken that the cat cannot read clocks, it is very punctual animal.

The daily shower, wake up, wash. The bathroom door was not closed correctly, the cat comes in to watch.. And after dressing, feed the cat.

        Forget the pill, but this is not so bad. Take it tomorrow. Leave the cat in the flat today. The alleyway is bare today, the whole town seems deserted, but for the bakery owner in his setee, consulting his mobile 'plane.

Bus driver, change ready. The bus driver is a Croatian, he converses with a colleague who is standing beside him. The language is so entirely different to German, or for that matter, English

The railway station's new self-opening doors open, welcoming passengers in as soon as these reach the concealed sensor.

Today is the last day of the modified railway timetable, the building works on the tracks are to be finished on the coming weekend. But today is still a day for a longer stay in the station's café

Take a second cup of coffee and wait.

Take the steps up to the platform. There is a girl ahead, flat shoes, black tights, and very long hair, topped off by a peaked cap worn cyclist style, with the peak to the rear. She has an enormous beige handbag, and even when seem from behind is apparently most self-conscious.

On the platform take a quick glance at her from a distance when  she has stopped moving. She is constantly preening and adjusting her apparel. She has such plentiful hair that it not only goes all the way to the small of her back, but hides her face as well, when seen in profile.

Unusual.

The blue train comes in, rushing down the platform again, there are people running along the platform in pursuit. Stress starts early for some.

It is a different dining car today, not as nice, with bar tables, eye shaped.

The same chatterboxesare in the train as yesterday, the same people monopolising conversations.

and the crepescular view outside is even dimmer than yesterday. Let us say, increased crepescularity.

The train slows down for Free sing, that will be the end of this peaceful morning. What seems like thousands of people will hoard the train there.

Scholars, Students, office people, workers- They will all be there. 

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   Even after what seems like a sleepless night, the small clock wakens.

       and after the shower the cat, attentive, wanting its daily food.

        A creature of habit.

And leave the house

        The street has regular heaps of yellow bags on the pavements: They contain used sales packaging, tins and the like. And every house has several, some have stacks of them. They are made of the thin yellow plastic, Trans lucent.

        They suit the autumnal weather.

After recieving a strange glance from the blonde bakery owner relaxing in a setee with his smartphone in the shop style window of his cafe.Then pass under the arch of the town gate.

Desertied bus stop with its shelter, it is five thirty eight. At five forty two the bus arrives, absolutely punctual. and there is only one seat left.

And, And, And....

The coffee is ready, not a word, thank you. No shouting, no loud voices,. All is well.

By the time that it is time to leave the cafe with its terrazzo like tiles the second cup of coffee is being drunk, the well-fleshed young man making up buttered Pretzel. in the cafe is being observed. He is wearing plastic hygiene gloves, much like a surgeon, a yellow peaked cap and a blue T-shirt. He has a stubbly face and is wearing an ear ring. He gets on well with his colleagues, his team Leader (Anas), and another girl, short, with dark hair. The women are wearing a similar outfit to the man, but their cap is just a visor, it is missing its crown.

On the way to the platform follow a young woman, who, looks just like the announcer on the silent television in the cafe, It is a strange experience, as if the announcer had steped out of the television set using a secret exit. The announcers name would be Annika, according to the subtext on the screen.

It is only a similarity though, and that only from behind

The train is late, a crepuscular atmosphere on the platform, with the railway buildings all just looming out of the receding darkness.

Late Alex train arrives at the platform eventually people running again, crushing at entrances,

There is a luxurious seat available at a small table in the dining car, complete with an Art Deco style table lamp. A luminous surrounding.

      This is nice...

        People chat in the background, tea is being served,, newspaper-readers, book readers.

and one person writing with a new black Livescribe pen... 

2.255989049 years of daily blog

27th of October, 2015

        Brush teeth as the shower warms, wash the hair, and spray the soap off. Leave the shower head back on its' support, and arrange the chrome-scaled tubing between all of the piping and the shower taps and controls. A silver snake.

        The towel in the bathroom is damp, go out and get a fresh dry one.

        And back in the bedroom find the trousers and the shirt, the socks and the underpants. The cat is attentive, rubbing its head against legs, and letting it's head be scratched.

        She wants food, go to the kitchen and spoon out some onto her plate. She is, after all, a growing cat.

        Out in the alley. There is a woman with a furlined hood on her  jacket striding down the road with that typical sound of heels on the alleyway cobbles. Clam clack clack. She passes, heading away from the church.

        On passing through the town gate a SUV-driver approaches in his Mercedes vehicle. He has to slow down and avoid the sole pedestrian.

        Serves him right.

Alone at the bus stop, alone in the street in lamp lit darkness, wait for the bus. Watch all the cars passing, until the led timetable sign shows the flashing small bus picture. These signposts can sense" the position of the bus somehow. and are reliable at this time of day. They are practical, especially when it is too dark to read a printed Timetable. There are paper timetables in small display units attached a to the bus stop. They are useless in the dark.

Yorma´s cafe, the welcoming glance from Anastasia, she has the drink ready before it is ordered. Never a wasted word.

She and her colleagues are all in the best of humours today.

Order a second paper mug of coffee today, ready to go, ready to descend the stairs to the tunnel. Take a picture, take two.

The platform is now visible in the first dawn light, filling in the shadows between the electric lights with detail. The mornings will get darker again before they get lighter after the coming winter solstice.

The train is late,. there are people standing all over the platform.

The train comes in.

They all start to chase it down the platform, as if they were going to need to jump onto the moving train. A crush at the doors, all the alpha men and women, all needing to be first, all in deepest fear of being left out, There are seats for all.

The heating in the dining car does not work, but so what. It is not that cold, and the air is fresh and tastes clean.

Speeding through the lightening landscape, the train trying to make up for lost time.

On the 27th of the tenth month two thousand and fifteen at six forty nine in the morning according to the light emitting diode signage inside the train.

The traffic on the road parallel to the tracks is increasing with the minute, all those people who need to be at work for seven, or seven thirty.

It will be another hour, what with waiting, and bus journeys, diversions due to road repairs and whatnotever before work is reached today.

That Upon reaching F rising the train fills up again. Trampling people with angry faces. It will be a short time before the first start to complain of the cold..

A young man sits down opposite with a fall continental breakfast. Paper cups of musli and coffee, with rolls and jam and butter.

Courtesy of Yorrma's; in Freising •

Yorma's is a chain, like Macdonalds... Just smaller, and no hamburger's. 

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26th October 20165 I

        after all of the usual morning activities, having fed the cat and brushed the teeth, found the spectacles, realise that it is later than usual.

Even though the clocks are all reset to winter time,

Leave the house with the still-sleeping family in it walk down church street.

It in foggy and quite warm.

The pill was taken-not forgotten.

Municipal bus is already at the bus stop, this causes alarm. Is may actually be later than imagined.

Run.

On entering the bus's cabin, the driver shows no reaction. He placidly continues to fill out his forms, he is doing his paperwork.

Eventually he looks up, puts away his pen, takes the money and then:

Takes out his pen again and continues to write. He is early today, and running was unnecessary

Dolores is on board already.

Clinically clean modern automatic doors at the railway station slide aside when approached. Timetable up on the big board. Every thing is in order.

Anastasia has returned, she is back at >Yorma's, she has coffee ready before it is requested. It is good to see her, it is pleasant to be recognised.

This is a working day, there will be no attempt to be poetic about it.

It is Monday.

get a second cup of coffee, and prepare to move Iv the platform.

That was a thought, do not bother with that second cup

Just go down the stairs to the long tunnel under the tracks and the platforms, the long tunnel that goes all the way to a different part of town eventually.

The trains are in disorder, the early Munich train is late, commuter's rushing about fretting on account of the delay and their powerlessness to do anything about it.

On account of the time change, this good looking, icy coloured winter sunrise lights the platform that is so full of frustrated Monday morning work goers. An announcement sends them all scattering off to the next platform.

The way is free for the usual train, the one to Neufahrn, and it rolls in, dead on time.

The fog increases as the train proceeds towards Freising.

It is like being in an airliner flying through cloud. 'The new rails are very smooth, the train is steady. 

and another week begins

 

inert, time lag day.

waking in the night and sleeping late. Weekend behaviour.
The mask is the same, but the air from the replacement compressor is different. Perfumed. How can that be? That must have been the last user, and that this last owner had something perfumed on the table where the machine was last parked.

There is momentary discomfort at the thought of breathing air perfumed by another person, but-
so what, we do that all the time anyway.

The cat is fondling and purring, requiring attention, wanting food.

Stand up from the bed and go to the lavatory, and do the mornings first business there,
Return, one of those printed pills that the doctor ordered,  the day´s dose : "Well Bertie, we shall try them".

A moderate effect,  self centredness increases.
The son is building a small electronic circuit, which in conjunction with his computer, makes lights flash.
On and off.

And  start to prepare the coffee maker, see that there is no room in the bin for biological waste any more. So take the small bin out and empty it into the larger one.
Then feed the cat, she is getting noisy, empty the tin on to a fresh plate. There is not much left in that tin, but it keeps her happy. Cat like, she shoves her face into the food and commences feeding.

Dismantle the bialetti coffee maker, take out the full sieve, empty that into the biological waste container mentioned above, clean out all the residues left from yesterday`s breakfast, all the brown oily waste clinging to the aluminium walls of the Italian coffee maker, put in fresh ground coffee from the grinder, water in the bottom part, screw the whole lot together and put it on the gas.

Meantime, the cat is hungry again, open up a new tin and feed her anon.

The son and the wife are now discussing the time. The time has been changed to winter time in the night. All the clocks are wrong.
Set the watch. The infamous alarm clock has already set itself, being radio controlled. The two others, that french brillie wall clock, and the old german school clock both need stopping. Just for an hour, then they may start again.

A gift of one hour, on Sunday

Saturday, the hops have turned yellow

the thick head has it`s origin in last nights activities, hops and malt. Two litres, too much. But it was a nice conversation.
Sleep on until eight thirty, the wife offers coffee, oh fantastic.
Deep brown brew, brown being a colour beyond black. But the one is politics, and the other is drink, the other is drink.
Now stop the mind wandering, see what is to be done.
Finish the coffee get another.
The son is on the computer, three friends talking to each other online, all playing the same construction game. A sandpit.
The wife leaves the house to go shopping,

There is no news. All seems designed to confuse.

The hops outside the window have turned yellow. They are there for decoration only, not for harvest. They are strung on wires, they will grow anew next year. Some are still green, others have turned yellow.
One plant has died.


The son has to go to singing lessons. Remind him that he needs to get ready. His room is heated by the air from the computer, an old machine with a noisy fan. Knock on the door and enter the room. Six eyes turn to look, two in reality and four through the little camera on the machine.
He leaves the machine working away, with his friends playing still, gets dressed, and two slices of bread and butter in hand runs off to the singing group.

He leaves his friends playing on his computer, it is the server after all. Hear their chatter as they play, oblivious to and uncaring of the grown up miles away listening in. They are private,  those listening will hardly understand the real rules regulating their game.


And now the cat commences to make noises.
Of boredom, perhaps.

Maybe it is in heat.

Now that the head is better, recharge the bialetti for another fresh dose of morning brew, hear a crow outside, and consider the days work.

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23 OCT 2015

Dim. Dismantle the night's companions, silence their morning noise. Seven hours sleep is plenty for a working day. Wait untill thebath room is free, lay out the day's clothing.  As soon as the bathroom is free, brush the teeth with the small round-headed electric toothbrush whilst waiting for the shower to run hot:

Shower and wash the hair. Upon leaving the shower, the three coloured cat called Miriam  comes in to the bathroom to make an inspection.

• Whilst getting dressed the gato purrs, and rubs it's back, and stretches suggestively. She expects her food, this is turning into one of those regular morning features. In the kitchen, place a few dollops of tinned cat food on a plate,. She loves it.

go back, search for the misplaced glasses, find them.

It is now half past five in the morning.

Down the creaky stairs, leave the house. Bells sound in the distance, Martin´s bells are silent. Close the door quietly, and walk up the drizzle-greasy  alley, there are  tyre marks on the cobbles from a passing car. It is drizzling, not raining. Like a falling fog of water, dampening everything.

The market stalls for Friday's market are being set up in the middle of town, at the corner just by Grimm's shop a woman is carefully preparing for breakfast on a small round table. She has coffee in a thermos flash and a neatly stacked tower of  what must a eight breakfast rolls on a big plate.

There are more people in the street today, people walking to work. A woman speeds by on an electrically assisted bicycle, very fast, a high whining noise coming from the motor that sends more power to the pedals than the rider is capable of producing....

Dolores is at the bus stop, a sad smile, and a greeting. That is the total sum of this conversation.

The bus is on time, and inside ten minutes arrives at the railway station. There is nobody at the smoker's square in front of the building.  Upon passing the new sliding doors to the station´s hall  see that the TeamLider is alone working in the cafe. There are three other customers,. among them an effusive young man, wishing good mornings where none are called for, and profusely thanking the TeamLider for her service, and saying extended good byes. Fool!

 Put the lid on the purchased coffee, and proceed to the cafe. Hedgehog is there-

"Goo Meng"- matinal felicitations in a local dialect- and find the usual place to  stand and to write this  story..

Pictures of what are literally streams of fugitives on the television

The platform is cold and wet.

There is a smoking square marked out in yellow there, and there is a crowd of young women smoking. Their wet clothes will stink of smoke afterwards, when they board the train. Smelly people.

There is another announcement on the platform public address loudspeakers. 

The train is cancelled today.

Just like that. 

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22 October 2015

Warm water in a cold bathroom, this is the way that it is going to be for the next six months, or thereabouts.

The teeth get a short brushing, remove the taste of the night. The marks left by the breathing mask are still there, on the right hand cheek. The breathing apparatus is troublesome, but' it has driven away the nightmares of asphyxiation during sleep.

Back in the bedroom, the cat rubs its back against bare legs, purring loudly. It wants to be fed, This is the first time this week for this "hungry cat" performance..

Take that pill, water after, and the day will show whether or not' it is going to help keep the block dog tame. The glasses are not' in their usual place, allow a short panic, find them then in the living room and leave the flat in a hurry now.

The furniture store shows it's upholsterer's wares,

all those chairs and sofas.

The woman with the noisy little car is still reversing about the place, working hard at getting out of her illegal parking space in the church square.

The bus stop is deserted, apart from a very carefully dressed young man, all his clothing looks new..

His hair is styled so that it looks just like a wig, his black boots are polished to a shine.

At the cafe:

Big bawdy Blondy is rushing around the cafe, trying

to serve several people at once, and failing miserably in the act. But she serves coffee eventually, and it is not the worse for it. She says 'seheisse' frequently, an expletive that is not in good taste in such a gastronomic environment, even if it is only a station cafe.

TeamLider is late, and the situation in the cafe gets rapidly worse.. after her arrival it is as if the problem had never existed.

Say 'good mongering' to Hedgehog, and watch the news on the silent television. There are sub-titles with the "headlines...., East Germans demonstrate against the fugitives. Come on, there is enough social welfare for all", is the only viable answer here. The Israeli prime minister tells some irrelevant story from eighty five years ago.

So what.

On the platform meet the big young woman from work. We wish each other a Good morning in the dim yellow tight of the station lamps.

Find and board the dining car, which remains empty until the train arrives in Frei sing. The train fills there, the lovely silence of the nearly-empty carriage is ended.

And so finally and utterly brutally ended when the sqwalky voice of the train attendant warns the passengers that the last two carriages will be locked at the next stop as the train is too long for the platform there.

Neufahrn. 

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The clock sounds from the small table across the room, struggle out of the mask and stagger across the rommo, and turn the small beeper with the mostrous sound off.
And straight into the bathroom , shave first , then shower- dry the body with a small towel and get back to the bedroom. take the fresh underclothes from the wardrobe, and so get dressed for yet another day of horrors at work.
Take the little pill, as prescribed by the doctor. There are letters and numbers printed onto each pill, For identifications sake!
Leave the flat, and leave the house. There is a small shop opposite, an upholstery workshop, run by some artisan, most likely.
It is lit up, and all the furniture is visible inside. There is a chair hanging on a hook on the wall.
Move on, pass the endlessly tall gothic window of the church at the end of the street, and, see there, the philatelist´s shop "Briefmarken Engel" is all lit up too.
But the other shops are just normal, the sewing machine shop is sombre, the upstairs windows dim.
In the theater street a coca cola van is unloading its things, ready for the day. Inside , the owner is watching, he runs the budget bakery. It is a discount bakery,with a small café attached. The manager, a big man with long blonde hair.


Dolores is at the bus stop, as every day- almost. Today she is collected by the man in the silver car, he had been parked about one hundred yards down the street. This collection business has happened before, the man has a moustache and his car has no hubcaps. Dolores gets in, closes the door, puts on her seatbelt and they depart, proceeding slowly over the bridge.

Read some local news on the TFT screens during the uneventful bus ride to the station. There seems to be nothing of interest here.

While the new doors at the railway station may well be a technical improvement, they detract seriously from any aesthetic appeal that the station may have.



Get a cup of coffee from the team lider at Yorma`s, ein kaffee bitte , she is getting faster all the time.

Goo Meng

Guten Morgen  
Good morning Hedgehog.
He is wearing a skull cap against the cold today

2.236824093, Vampirella today, the doctors assistant.

from across the room the perverse beeping sounds, and up and go and place it within its bounds.
Return to bed, the day of the doctors Vampirella is today, some blood blood for the laboratory.

Work will be later.
back to sleep for an hour or so.
then get up for a leisurely wash, Vampirella only opens at eight, plenty of time.
Wash the teeth, brush them with a new electrical vibrating toothbrush.

The cat makes an inspection of the bathroom. It always does that

and back to bed again.

Till the sons alarm sounds.
Get up.
Fresh clothes.

Not allowed to eat.
Not allowed to drink, other than water.
No pills.

Keep the blood fresh for the doctor´s Vampirella.

The wife feeds the cat fresh food from a new tin,
a pet food from a different manufacturer,
the cat is enthralled, and eats with gusto and pleasure.

would that not be a nice name for a restaurant?
Gusto and Pleasure

There we are, son at breakfast.
find the bag, find the broken compressor.
Off to the car.

A different beginning to the day.
Down the stairs, it is light now in the street.
Go through the old graveyard, up the alley, round the bend, and find the car.

And then the horror of rush hour traffic starts.

2.234086242 years, the row increases in intensity. A row rhymes with wow!

19 August 2015, Monday.

struggle across the cluttered floor of the bedroom inthe dark, silence the clock: It was left there last night, in a fit of ever-increasing forgetfulness.

The shower is long getting warm today, the walls of the old house are cold now with the approaching winter. Use a throwaway razor to shave away the stubble of the last day, and decapitate a pimple. Blood flows in the morning, think of the Dexter series and cover the blood with a small patch of tissue. Organise clothing, all of it fresh and clean for the beginning of this week. Put yesterday's things into the 'clothes basket for washing. and then feed the noisy cat. The cat likes routine.

And then, when the glasses are found, the hair brushed, it is time to go,

There is a large trailer belonging to the Mueller chain of toilet article shops. A full container packed with soap and toothbrushes, cleaning articles and perfume.

It must have been left there in the night for the shop employees to unload this morning.

The man in charge of the discount bakery is sitting in thehind the window with one of his employees having break fast .Blond and and long greasy haired, hair to his shoulders, a small moustache. Go through the archway of the town gate, and to the bus stop, there to greet Dolores, who is suffering from the cold. She is rolled up like a small animal in her coats and scarves.

A well dressed man with a neat little heard and a rucksack arrives, he has been using the bus for the past few weeks. He does not have his change ready, worse, his money is buried in the nether of his rucksack. He is terribly embarrassed at having to fumble around searching. He may be a teacher. Yes, Teacher!

The bus waits anyway. It is too early, and, until his system tells him that he can leave the stop, the driver needs to wait. Teacher seaves the bus after two stops and Dolores one stop later.

        One of the new automatic doors to the station is dysfunctional already. So much for the reliability of modem technology.

        The new team leader at Yorma's nerves her coffee, diligently, steadily. And when she has finished that she wipe all the surfaces in front of the sugar and syrup dispensers, keeping the place clean -diligently steadily neatly.

        Look at the silent television up on the cafe wall, there is news of protesters in Dresden, complaining about 'refugees. They are using the right to demonstrate in order to display their xenophobia and ignorance in public. Dresden is known for a large rightwing population. and obviously justly so. Perhaps they are worried that there will not be enough social welfare money to go round.

"Wir sind ein Volk" is written on the plakards."Ein wiederliches Volk"

And for today, a second cup at coffee, before leaving for the platform. Take a later train, avoid the building sites

That was a lucky decision, the coffee maker on board the train has broken down today...

and it is Monday again, back to work. 
On the news, radikal right wing Germans and Swiss.
In Chicago a six year old shoots a three year old playing cops and robbers.

S-day, grey daybreak

the compressor fell to the floor last night and did not work any more. A night of interrupted sleep has left it's mark. Sore neck, creaking vertebrae, and silence.

Get up, go to the bathroom, no shower today. Why?

There is nothing really there to wake up for.

Get the grey machine, the American apple, made in China. The wife is asleep still, be silent!  Go to the main room's table. Open the machine and place the hands on the keyboard.

And 

and

+

¡nada!

less than that:

¡!

Listen, there is the sound of the sons laughter, knock on his door, look in, good morning. He is looking at youtube on his tube, or rather flat screen led thing.

Slowly slowly consciousness arrives. No forced wakening with alarms and showers, just relax, it is sunday.

Sunday.

Make a pot of coffee, freshly ground Espresso, a full pot. A test for a strong heart. And the cat, wanting feed, so feed it, put the food on its dirty plate. Cannot be bothered. The cat is happy and purrs as it is eating. That produces a strange gargling sound. Once the coffee has been made move on with the favourite big Apilco mug in hand, return to the machine.

The neighbours are all up. I can see that their lights are on across the street in the yellow house.

And the son has dictated that there is to be a family breakfast at the big table, the three of us and the cat. So move to the little bureau at the side of the room.

Sit down and put the hands on the keyboard

the compressor fell to the floor last night and did not work any more. A night of interrupted sleep has left it's mark. Sore neck, creaking vertebrae,

Cat scat sat day

confusion, waiting for alarm, drowsy, dim dim light from the window, short sharp cat noises.

the cat is looking for attention.
there will be no alarm today
No external duties today
it is Saturday today

That will do  cat dear,
up and feed it.
open the tin- look here
and the bloody cat is not interested in the least, a few perfunctory nibbles, then a bite.

The son is already up, playing computer games with his friend

And the cat does not want to go into the sitting room, no, out to the bathroom, inspect that.

The wife says that the cat always does that.
and gets up to make the coffee.

Get some warm clothes on, it is cold,
write this
the cat is playing with glass marbles,
the son is playing with his friend on the computer,
minecraft, and skype, modern technology.

Drink coffee, it is later now, the cat is still playing.
Rumble of marble on the floor.

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        16 October 2015

                the land of Nod is far away as of three in the morning. Apart from short reverie, dreams of the waking kind, of course, looking at the cieling, listening to the anti-apneac turbine.

        At four fifty eight lay off the mask, and turn off the clock as it commences to beep. Sit up and take off the night clothes and wander to the bathroom in the best birthday suit, collecting a towel on the way. Listen to the steady purr of the cat

                Shower refreshes, and when that is over, take care of the details, the teeth, and mind the hair. There is no call to leave for the strweet like some geriatric Stuwelpeter.

                The jacket is hung behind the door today, and now the cat is in full song, she having followed from the bathroom. Now she wants to be fed, so: After clothing anew, out into the kitchen, open the fridge and feed the small pet.

                Take the little pill with the type thereon as per doc's orders. Finish clothing and depart for the street. The steps to the house will need repair.

                streets are dry today, there is no rain.An early jet liner rumbles past high overhead, having probably started at Munich airport. The Friday market is being set up again in the main street of the town. The women from the flower shop have set up their breakfast table on the corner of the street again, they are conversing loudly  over coffee and rolls, jam and breakfast meats.

        Dolores is at the bus stop,. no headscarf today, but complete with her leopard-skin-print handbag.

        The bus is quiet today, and the short journey is over without there being any memory of occurences during the lapsed time.. The station forecourt is deserted, there is nobody smoking.. They have installed new doors, they are automatic, there is no room for any politeness anymore. No more holding the door open for other people.

B. B. at yormers, slow. But it does not matter, there being hardly anybody there. The coffee in a green paper cup with "Tea" written on it. But they are bigger mugs, there is more coffee in them...

Two young Chinese girls are sitting there were Hedgehog normally sits, talking loudly. They look Chinese, and their clothing could be a young Chinese fashion, and the language sounds like Chinese.

I take it that they are Chinese.

Big Blondy is bartering with her colleague again, load , and; well, rude. She is in no way reserved.

Not at all.. Not what you would expect from service people...

The train is late, and rushes through the landscape trying to make up for lost time.,

But before: during boarding in Landshut, the doors

on two carriages remained locked. It was necessary then to walk forward to the next door...

Nothing is perfect.

But the dining car is empty, there are many seats free.

Untill Friis Ing. The train fills there, with loads of office people on their way to Munich.

And the next stop will be Newfahrn, and that will be the end of the train part of the journey to work. 

2.223134839 yrs Thursday, august is

She obboasly has no reuse of feeling in her tight foot this morning.

At the junction just in front of the town gate a car leaves a ride trot at high speed only to brake wddeulg. It is a police car. an early morning mission.

In the distance there is the round of ambulances delivering their flints to the hospital. g Wednesday does not start easy.

Dolores is at the bus stop too, with a rain jacket. The two Doner women are both wearing anoraks that seem much to tight. t

It is inning, and the cars kiss by, spray from Their tyres.

let the two others board the bus, that is Dolores and a man with a soft hat on his head and a rain jacket.

At the station see that the usual train has been cancelled.. Taken forma's coffee, think about it.

The new Team Leader at garner's is flurried, as she tries to nerve many customers atone.

She calls for Pepe, and Pete comes from his back room, from the kitchen, and helps in service.

'There is no hedgehog to- day.

        Thursday, august is

awaken too early, for the third time last night. Checking the time, only to see that it is a quarter to five. Go to the bathroom, and then brush the teeth, to remove the nights residues.

Back to bed for ten minutes, and when the alarm sounds, reach out, turn it off, turn to the right, pull up the knees, drop the feet to the floor and push the body up to a veritical position using the elbow.

The cat comes in awaiting food and attention.

She reacts to the alarm clerk, to the beeping sound.

The hot water of the shower starts the day now, it is dark outside. The cat sits in the corner of the bathroom, purring as loudly as it can, waiting.

Dry the water off, and, and- In the bedroom, a new black shirt. And then off to the kitchen, feed the cat.

strange to see that she does not have great interest in the food from the fridge, where the open tin has been resting all night.

Take a new pill as the doctor had ordered, a trial, an item to raise the daily depressions. No knowing what will happen, no knowing whether anything will happen at all.

At half past five, down the stairs and out into the rain, quite heavy today. In qrder to remain as dry as possible keep under the arcades, only to have to walk out between all the sodden wooden seating belonging to the chocolate cafe

A woman in a yellow raincoat, a very large woman, approaches. She has wrapped the platic coat around her winter clothes, and the hood of the coat over her head, the strings pulled tight, pulling this hood in around her face. She looks like an enormous glistening yellow member of the seven Dwarves of snow white fame.

A cheerful, booming, 'Mow gen".

Dolores, arranging her headscarves, at the bus shelter.

Good Morning.

and the bus, a bright rush of interior plastic, T F T-screens, the lights of the traffic outside and the rushing sound of the tyres on the rain-drenched road. There would be endless detail to write about here, but all of it is trivial now, twenty minutes later.

Large black coffee at Yorma's cafe, all those rain damp people pressuring big Blondy.

It must be hard work running suck a cafe.

Retired to a corner, all is quiet. Hedgehog empties his cup, finishes reading his paper, and leaves.

Scribble notes, pages full, coffee cup empty.

Time to go, the trudge to the train, along the. corridor and up the stairs again. All the way down the dim platform, to where there are fewer people standing about

Then the train pulls in, absolutely on time today.

People are in a panic again, rushing along the platform, in order to be at the door when the train stops. Crush and crowding people, getting on, getting off.

Stand back, let them have their fun

The train is never full, there is no need for all of this pressure. AVOID STRESS

Let them board first, let them rush.

And sit in The train's dining car, coffee bar, or whatever it is called.

2.220396988 years now, more or less

Early confusion, forced awakening. Turn the machinery, the timekeeper off.

        And wash and shower. As every day. Today the shower door gets left open by mistake, and the floor in the bathroom is wetted.

        and after brushing the teeth and turned off the tight return to the bedroom, put on fresh socks and pants and feed the cat. Let the cat eat.

        Leave the bedroom, hear the rain fall on the balcony outside. The cat wanders about, alternately purring and making" mee ow".

        And the street is wet festering glistening today, there are new reflexes from the municipal lamps everywhere, The head, still damp from the tower, is soaked again

Pass all of those upmarket secondhand shops, at the wool shop a woman lets the engine of her small car roar.

She obviously has no sense of feeling in her right foot this morning.

At the junction just in front of the town gate a car leaves a side alley at high speed only to brake suddenly to allow a hitherto unseen pedestrian to pass. It is a police car on an early morning mission.

In the distance there is the sound of an ambulance delivering it's patients to the hospital. Wednesday does not start easy for some.

Dolores is at the bus stop too, with a rain jacket. The two Doner women are both wearing anoraks that seem much to tight. 

In the rain the cars hiss by, spray from Their tyres hat on his head and a rain jacket.

At the station see that the usual train has been cancelled.. Taken Yorma's coffee, think about it.

The new Team Leader at Yorma's is flurried, as she tries to serve many customers on her own at once.

She gives up and calls for Pepe, and Pete comes from his back room, from the kitchen, and helps in service.

'There is no hedgehog to- day. 

2.217659138 yrd

        13. 10. 20/5

Awake, five in the morning.

silence the clock, there is no need for it today. Doctors day, or at least, doctors morning today.

get up at seven, and shower, brush all that needs to be brushed, return 󰀀to󰀁 the bedroom and put on the days clothing. The son is up, about, packing his bags, making. his porridge for his breakfast.

He is singing, happy. He has a Latin test today, and he does not seem to be worried at all. The cat is purring about the flat, looking for edibles, or attention, or maybe it is just trying to satisfy it's curious itg. Doctors day today, make a cup of coffee, make a pot and take a cup. White Apilco cup, French best porcelain. The coffee is black and hot. The son is brushing his hair, and one piece of porridge remains in his hair. How it got there nobody knows. But eventually he finds it in the hairbrush.

Surprise. The wife laughs. She still has her sleeping clothes on.

get the bag, and leave the house, down the street, past The church. Make a telephone call, telling the people at work to save the coffee for later, it is doctors day today.

up the street, past the post office, up the left hand side of the street. There are the arcades, the post office, a gentleman outfitters, and an antique shop.

The old jail on the cusp of the rise, a grey building from the beginning of the last century, with thick bars lefore the windows, and still with heavy bars in front of all its doors. There are old security cameras at every corner now too. The gaol has been moved out into the country. The house is deserted, it was last used as a party space, but the local fire department established that there are insufficient fire escapes in the building, now it is deserted even by the partygoers...

and sit in the doctors waiting room, listen to an elderly couple opposite discussing a magazine on foodstuffs and cooking. The man is derisive, he knows it all better, his wife is politely attentive, yawningq all the while. The man just carries on with his rant, he does not realise that his wife is disinterested.

Both are wearing grey pullovers, his with a grey shirt's collar slowing over the top, she with a polo-kneck. He has blue jeans, she a pair of maroon trousers. He has black shoes, she is nearing sports shoes with three stripes, on the side.

and thus the beginning of this day ends in a doctors waiting room- 

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   Tangles in the face, tangles of the harness holding the mask to the face, the mask which keeps the air pressure on the nose at a comfortable level. And the alarm-sounding clock, radio controlled, reliable, fresh batteries. Go to the bathroom, then brush the teeth, and return to the clothes laid out yesterday evening. Black trousers, gray shirt. Black shoes.

The cat is in a playful mood today, chasing plastic bottle tops across the floor. Put food out for her, but she has more interest in sport. The glasses are on the flat table piano, and so the preparations for the day are complete,

It is cold today, icy cold compared to the warmth of seasons past. There is no ice yet, but it feels so desperately cold. a large woman with a small-wheeled luggage trolley struggles across the rough cobblestones on her way through the town gate. She is on her way to the bus stop as well. Dolores is already there, well wrapped, two headscarves, leopardskin-print handbag.

stand looking at the river, waiting, watching it pass in the dark. Two ducks are perched on a wall, quacking quietly to each other. The river glisten in the light from the 'street lamps and from the illumination of the hotel across the water on the rivers other bank.

        Count out the change for the bus driver, transferring The money from the coin part of the wallet to the right land. This is not such an easy thing to do, in the reduced light and colour spectrum disseminated by the gas discharge street lighting.

and when the bus arrives, let all the others on first. There will be no pushing! The half-empty bus offers plenty of seating for all.

"At the railway station there is no smoker standing there te wish good morning. Maybe it is just too chilly. Their new sliding doors are an aesthetic disaster, they do nothing for the building at all. But they work, sensor-actuated, power driven.

        Big Blondy has quietened down, maybe because it is Monday, or maybe because she has realised that her humourful shouting in the morning was simply fulsome.

        One large black coffee, and then to the small table, a high table for people to stand at, and get to work on these morning notes.

        A young woman comes in, long fair hair, short shirt over woolly tights, grey, grey pullover and jacket. Sits down on the other ride of the cafe. A man comes in, dark clothes and stands opposite to her. He is close, and now-the woman has a frightened expression. He takes mother step towards her, then turns on his heel and leaves the cafe

        - What was that? The woman appears to relax a hit.

        Leave the cafe for the tracks, meet the professor, the librarian from work, in the underpass. He is in a hurry to go somewhere..

        Does he know that the departure times have been changed to five minutes earlier?

The platform is deserted at the lower end, the end when the front of the train will come to rest...

The private company train is empty and spacious, as on Friday.

Untill it arrives in Freising, as of where it is crowded.

The next stop is Neufahm, 'and that will be the last

leg of the journey to work.

Neufwhm to Garroting by München by municipal_bus. 

Sunday morning early early.

hear the buzz of a vibration alarm, a sound like somebody straining with their teeth clenched. The son is getting up early to play minecraft with his friends. He has set up some kind of a server, and his friends meet there and play.
A virtual playground.
Eleven year olds are not what they used to be.

There is no sleep any more,at quarter to seven,  and the town is dark and silent outside of this realm of wooden furniture and of ticking clocks. The other alarm clock sounds, but this is a mistake, it is silenced, nobody gets up.

There is a mess in the living room, it will need cleaning tidying again.

And it would be nice if the headaches would go, and the tinnitus give way to silence.

Silence.
And now the sound of singing from the room next door.
They are happy at their work and play.

sa se si so su, foul day, vowel play, what to do?

this morning wake at six, and go to the toilet.
anticlimax, don't you think? But we all have our needs, and we all have that one.
Definetely.

The cat, wound up and excited, wants to play, wants food.
It gets its food, in the kitchen.
the cat she eat, and then leaves for the balcony, via a newly-installed cat door.
and vomits.

Roman cat?
maybe, she comes back for more.

Get the laptop, wish to commence blogging then.

Headache and drowsiness, no concentration, eyes unfocussed.
Biological system error, maybe a virus.
Slow reactions, no ideas, no,nu,na,ne,ni, not a thing.
Close the grey apple and back to bed.

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awaken, the wife is up, getting her finery on, going to the market, going shopping, son is chatting verbose online with his friends, together in a cubeular cyberspace, really doing things in a virtual world.

Get up, attire, bathroom, wash. Head buzzes.

make coffee, 

An inquiry to the son as to whether he wants to go out or spend all day at the computer.

No answer

Martins bells ring ten times

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Friday.

        wait for that beeping sound, awake for some time already. Time, Time. Five AM in the morning. Shower, refresh for the day. Upon leaving the bathroom the cat runs in through the now -open door.

        'You see, it might have been missing something. 

get a towel, dry the old body:

        Look in the mirror, nee Adonis. At some stage new lenses will be necessary. That would put an end to such hallucinations.

        after dressing, and after feeding the cat, leave the house. There is a sound of voices from the main street, the market stalls are being set up.

        At the corner, beside Grimm's store, a woman has

   

set up a small round table with candles on it, a coffee pot and breakfast rolls. She is setting up for the man, and she has set up a breakfast table for herself and her colleagues.. a small spot of homeliness, of gemuetlichkeit, in the middle of all the early-morning market-setting- up traffic.

Try to take a photo of the moon over the town gate. 

Dolores is at the bus stop.. Something is wrong. Instead of her usual doleful self she actually looks happy.

Then, after the daily short ride on a fat fast bus through the empty streets, well, if not empty then with only moderate traffic, there is the morning smoker with his short sleeved shirt out in the cool air.

gut Magen.

Magen.

Yuma's has a new team leader, a young woman with fair hair and bright red lipstick. She is fast and efficient, and friendly. She works well with baldy Pepe.

Later on she makes a few jokes with her colleagues, Pepe and a black haired brown faced young woman.

And the coffee is better today. It all must have a psychological explanation.

Now it is time, time for the late train., the direct train... On account of the building construction works on the railway, the train tops in Wenfuhm. The local train is not needed..

A private company has bought old carriages and other rolling stock and has repaired them, renovated them. Where Seats are free in an old dining car, charming and spacious.

Not caught in a compartment or cramped into a tight seat: 

The train stops in Freising, next stop.

And waits for half an hour.

Line blocked

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rest a short while, thinking. Did that dream have any great meaning? A full calendar. Dream of a full calendar!
No, it was unimportant. Importand is to get up now, to get up and go to the bathroom, to get up and wash, to shave, to brush the teeth, to get dressed for the day. The cat entangles itself with the legs as the trousers are put on.
She is getting used to the routine, and enjoys it .
Evien if they are loners and individualists, cats are creatures of habit.
Habits are easy to make and can be hard to break.
Upon leaving the house the cat remains on the stairs. She does not wave, real cats never do that.
It is dry out, the alley is deserted. At the church a woman approaches, her face illuminated by the mobile phone that she is consulting as she goes. A sort of bluish-grey illumination from below, not flattering.
Done to frighten children at halloween.

Those two Doener women, dressed all in black, the one on the right hand side swinging her right arm and the one on the left swinging her left arm. And they are carrying their handbags left and right respectively.
And marching in time, talking all the while as they go through the towns portal on their way to the turkish fast food shop.

Bus number one arrives, no waiting at the bus stop today.
The pigtailed smoker  is in front of the railway station, smoking away to himself. He has his rucksack on, and wishes a cheerful good morning.
Big Blondy at Yorma's, exchanging noisy comments with a friend of Hedgehogs, various bawdy comments, loud loud loud bloody awful loud.
They are being soo so witty;  they laugh at their own humour, sick wheezing laughs, regardless of air intake or expulsion. Hedgehog grins too, but then after a while he stops.
Wildo cringes in a corner making his notes, just writes this.
with a black electronic pen on white paper.

on a white page using a black pen

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 weather is colder now, it takes longer for the shower to warm up, the pipes being colder too. Brush teeth, comb him, and find clothes for the day. The cat is attentive, attention- seeking, purring, rubbing its back against legs of people and legs of chairs and other firmware alike. It is waiting for food and, it gets some food. Gather all the bits and pieces needed for work, remememher the small disk with the pictures on it..

                Liken to the rain on the overhead window, a steady patter, interspersed with the occasional heavier sound, perhaps a larger drop, who knows? There must be a considerable physics in raindrop's and water flow of a roof

                The street is glistening wet, a cobbled alley, yellow bags of  laid out to be collected in the course of the morning. At the corner a driver attempts to free her entrapped car,  entrapped by others who had parked later and left no room to manoeuvre. Trouble at five thirty, dark and rainy.

Dolores as at the bus stop, headscarf and hand bag. Her sad serious face turns up as she says good morning, then she looks down again. Her overweight is additionally padded against the cooler weather.

and at the station, they have not faced the doors yet.

Big Blondy in a panic on service at Yorma's, she is effusive and so slow, despite her hectic activity. She calls for help, and it does not come until she has called three times. A young man called Pepe comes out from the back room, wearing a bored expression, and clears up the mess within minutes, only to return to his back room thereafter.

Hail thee, thou who shalt be king hereafter

The coffee and the buttered pretzel are strange today, all the rain- bedraggled people q making the windows in the cafe steam up.

There is a longer wait today, take a train later today, to avoid the discontinuance of local train services as of Freising,. This train will now drive direct.

During this longer wait a group of men come into the cafe, dressed in day glo orange working overalls. They are municipal workers, come in on an early break. Blondy talks loudly to them, joking, laughing, trying to be viable , trying to be fun. They listen politely, smile, then turn their backs, roll their eyes, and continue their conversation.

Unfortunate woman.

Hedgehog was there all the while, reading his paper.   He wears his hair longer now, and no longer looks like a hedgehog. Lets He is a very peaceful person, reading his newspaper.

The extra half hour is up. Leave for the platforms. Water is pouring in through a hole in the glazed  roof over stairwell to the underpass.

It is raining hard. And the train is full. commuters, and fugitives from Syria and Eritrea and Afghanistan.

Fugitives from third world chaos. 

Georgie boy, did you ever think
of the trouble you would cause,
playing with your country's toys?