showing his relief from his itch to the whole world.

awaken in the fumbling darkness, a discontented ugly winter.Find that clothing laid out for a cold day last night, the weather was forecast cold, and it is very cold. Dressed for cold weather, and leave the house. The streets are dark and deserted, the only other person to be seen is a man in orange clothing, the safety attire of the municipal employees who take care of the waste bins, and who sweep the streets.These men are up at an early hour in every weather. Pass the wire fence around the perfume shop, the shop is being rebuilt. The river seems to be steaming, the water vapours rising from it condense immediately upon contact with the cold air. Four persons are waiting at the bus stop, all expressing different degrees of  experience coping with the frost. All are buttoned up, all have turned up collars, some are, walking back and forth. Every thing to keep the chill out and the warmth emanating from their bodies in. Some are relaxed,  one has wound up in his scarf like a Tuareg, with only eyes showing. Dolores is here too, leopardskin patterned handbag, black headscarf and dark, worn coat.

The bus ride is spent trying to regain warmth, trying to accumulate that which had been lost in the five min­utes at the bus stop.

Anastasia is serving coffee at the Yormas cafe us, all is well there, there are no queues, no waiting to place an order. Even though it is warm in the cafe, Hedgehog and Moustachio are huddled in a corner, talking quietly to each other.
A tennis player in Australia is to be seen on the television. He is visible from behind, waiting for his opponent to serve. He is happily scratching his backside, relieving an itch in the area between his buttocks, he does not realise that there is a television camera with a wide angle lens right behind him,  showing his relief from his itch to the whole world.

The train is. full today, there are no free seats, or hardly any.This is one of the drawbacks of public transport.