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.
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