9 February 296 There is an alarm sound at four forty five. It is the son's, he must have left it on from yesterday. Then is no reason for him to get up so early otherwise. The buzzing sound stops.
Wait. and then-at four fifty nine, get up, go to the small table, and wait. The seaside melody sounds from the mobile' phone. Wipe over the glass surface with two fingers, and the sound goes away.
So to the bathroom, a shave whilst the shower warms up. The shaver is a cheap item. the cord will not remain plugged into the device. Too bad. A nuisance. Shower taken, the body dried of the surplus surface water, the clothes put on and the hair combed. All one movement these days. Look into the mirror to see if the hair is on end or flat. Take a breath, a break.
Hear the cat calling, there is no telling from where really. Eventually see that she is outside the glass door, in the cold stairwell. Let her in, her tail is bristled huge, she is excited to be let in, she must have been outside all night. She is attentive, rubbing her head against the leg, standing on her hind paws only, begging to have her head stroked. She is happy to be in the warm part of the house again.
Leave the house at five thirty, time to catch the bus. The alley, monochromatic in the streetlight light, bare. The Angels Philatelists, Grimm's store for kitchen and crockery. Doodle and his leather store, all crowd around the church. Presumably for the days entertainment a stage has been set up in the middle of the main street. Today is shrove tiesday, this is a day when some of the Germans go berserk, act the fool, behave the clowns. Start the fast, the start of Lent, the end of winter. Many of the people save all year to act the fool on these days. Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, it with all be over them, the faithful with a smear of ashes on their few heads.
The bus, Dolores, she getting off at the Hofomgerweg, barely able to walk. She is exhausted tired, just going by appearances.
Normal s Cafe, the welcoming grin from the man with the shaven hair , large paper mug of coffee, a plastic lid. Hedgehog in the corner, exchanges words and laughs with
Anastasie of the minky eyelashes, lepidopterously long, fluttery and sooty. The style of the times.
Rosenheim Diesel arrives, non electric noises, the roar of a combustion engine, not the whine of bearings, the hum of electricity driving electromagnets. The trains are all empty, there are few people under way today.
Wait. and then-at four fifty nine, get up, go to the small table, and wait. The seaside melody sounds from the mobile' phone. Wipe over the glass surface with two fingers, and the sound goes away.
So to the bathroom, a shave whilst the shower warms up. The shaver is a cheap item. the cord will not remain plugged into the device. Too bad. A nuisance. Shower taken, the body dried of the surplus surface water, the clothes put on and the hair combed. All one movement these days. Look into the mirror to see if the hair is on end or flat. Take a breath, a break.
Hear the cat calling, there is no telling from where really. Eventually see that she is outside the glass door, in the cold stairwell. Let her in, her tail is bristled huge, she is excited to be let in, she must have been outside all night. She is attentive, rubbing her head against the leg, standing on her hind paws only, begging to have her head stroked. She is happy to be in the warm part of the house again.
Leave the house at five thirty, time to catch the bus. The alley, monochromatic in the streetlight light, bare. The Angels Philatelists, Grimm's store for kitchen and crockery. Doodle and his leather store, all crowd around the church. Presumably for the days entertainment a stage has been set up in the middle of the main street. Today is shrove tiesday, this is a day when some of the Germans go berserk, act the fool, behave the clowns. Start the fast, the start of Lent, the end of winter. Many of the people save all year to act the fool on these days. Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, it with all be over them, the faithful with a smear of ashes on their few heads.
The bus, Dolores, she getting off at the Hofomgerweg, barely able to walk. She is exhausted tired, just going by appearances.
Normal s Cafe, the welcoming grin from the man with the shaven hair , large paper mug of coffee, a plastic lid. Hedgehog in the corner, exchanges words and laughs with
Anastasie of the minky eyelashes, lepidopterously long, fluttery and sooty. The style of the times.
Rosenheim Diesel arrives, non electric noises, the roar of a combustion engine, not the whine of bearings, the hum of electricity driving electromagnets. The trains are all empty, there are few people under way today.
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