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I do like to be beside the seaside" from the mobile telephone.the awakening melody this Friday. Attentive cat, super-purr. give her some food, she is not really interested.
Visit the orchid, and brush the teeth. The orchid is still surviving in the bathroom, the cat is attentive as the clothes for The day are doomed, Swatch behind the ears, give her a bag back out. She purrs, and settles down on the writing table. The pill is taken and now it is time to leave the house. The day is frosty, it is still dark outside. Does the cold make it seem darker? Down the alley, jacket-wrapped, to the main street where the early market stalls are being set-up. A man wishes good morning from behind the plastic sheeting that is protecting his stall from the cold. It could be a fast food stall, who knows. First at the bus stop, to be joined later by a man with white fluffy hair, hair like bog cotton. He is smoking. Another man arrives, and there is Dolores in the distance. A slow, fumbling sort of walk. A good morning in passing, now the bus is there. Pay the fare, and sit down inside on one of the rearward facing seats. There are ten people on the bus today. The driver is not listening to radio, he is a silent driver.
The stops are passed, seem to pass by. They are all announced on the speaker system- 'Christus Kirche Stadt park, Hofuryerwey, at some stage then Bahnhof. And it is time to leave, to walk across the frosty station square, past the yellow markings on the ground inside of which smoking is permitted, outside of which smoking is verboten. Up the steps, into the station hall, and right into the Anastasia-led Yormas cafe. The good young woman is there, remembering her customers, slightly aloof, friendly in a distant busy sort of way. The paper cup of coffee, and afterwards the area with the tall tables, take out the notebook and scribble down the day's superficialities, much as they had happened up to now.
Hedgehog and Moustachio! exchanging banter with Big.B., the waitress cleaning the serving area.
Some things never change. Maybe they just take their time changing.
At six, leave for the train. The new automatic sliding doors seems to have broken down already, ah dear. Board the train as it arrives on platform five, and see that there, an empty seat with a table for the notebook and the coffee cup. All that is missing is a small table lamp to illuminate the it. But these are modern carriages, the days of Pullmann seating and comfort are long gone. The sparkling of the trains electrical connection to the overrhead wires illuminates the white snow outside with its blue light. The sparking is due to the frost on the overhead power supply for this electrically driven train, this always happens when it is cold.
And so the train stops in Freising, after having collected more passengers in Moosburg..
This is the last day of the week, and it is taking it's course without hitches.
I do like to be beside the seaside" from the mobile telephone.the awakening melody this Friday. Attentive cat, super-purr. give her some food, she is not really interested.
Visit the orchid, and brush the teeth. The orchid is still surviving in the bathroom, the cat is attentive as the clothes for The day are doomed, Swatch behind the ears, give her a bag back out. She purrs, and settles down on the writing table. The pill is taken and now it is time to leave the house. The day is frosty, it is still dark outside. Does the cold make it seem darker? Down the alley, jacket-wrapped, to the main street where the early market stalls are being set-up. A man wishes good morning from behind the plastic sheeting that is protecting his stall from the cold. It could be a fast food stall, who knows. First at the bus stop, to be joined later by a man with white fluffy hair, hair like bog cotton. He is smoking. Another man arrives, and there is Dolores in the distance. A slow, fumbling sort of walk. A good morning in passing, now the bus is there. Pay the fare, and sit down inside on one of the rearward facing seats. There are ten people on the bus today. The driver is not listening to radio, he is a silent driver.
The stops are passed, seem to pass by. They are all announced on the speaker system- 'Christus Kirche Stadt park, Hofuryerwey, at some stage then Bahnhof. And it is time to leave, to walk across the frosty station square, past the yellow markings on the ground inside of which smoking is permitted, outside of which smoking is verboten. Up the steps, into the station hall, and right into the Anastasia-led Yormas cafe. The good young woman is there, remembering her customers, slightly aloof, friendly in a distant busy sort of way. The paper cup of coffee, and afterwards the area with the tall tables, take out the notebook and scribble down the day's superficialities, much as they had happened up to now.
Hedgehog and Moustachio! exchanging banter with Big.B., the waitress cleaning the serving area.
Some things never change. Maybe they just take their time changing.
At six, leave for the train. The new automatic sliding doors seems to have broken down already, ah dear. Board the train as it arrives on platform five, and see that there, an empty seat with a table for the notebook and the coffee cup. All that is missing is a small table lamp to illuminate the it. But these are modern carriages, the days of Pullmann seating and comfort are long gone. The sparkling of the trains electrical connection to the overrhead wires illuminates the white snow outside with its blue light. The sparking is due to the frost on the overhead power supply for this electrically driven train, this always happens when it is cold.
And so the train stops in Freising, after having collected more passengers in Moosburg..
This is the last day of the week, and it is taking it's course without hitches.
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