Wednesday, 28 October 2015

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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... 

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