sleep is broken by a seaside melody, cannot find the telephone in the dark, this is misery. Lights on, noise off, lights off, on into the bathroom, wash, brush and shave, pet the excited cat, the cat wanting attention.
Find clothing and leave the house, remembering to take the clock case along. That is a small job for the carpenters, a cabinet to make for a cabinet maker. A German oak case for a French clock.
Leave the house late, five minutes late.
It is a car day today, a day without trains and busses.
Find the blue car in its parking spot opposite the police station. Get in , and start the engine. Reverse out of the parking spot carefully, reverse down the street, turn the car and drive past the police station, then turn left, pass the park and the church, pass the sons school, take a right and a left.
Cruise down the tunnel under the castle at a steady fifty kilometers an hour, an orderly world down here, under the medieval castle. The walls are stained with exhaust fumes, emergency exits every fifty metres. Telephones and fire extinguishers along the walls.
Then out into the town once more, motor along beside the river, at a faster pace, the speed of the car is now one hundred kilometres per hour. Ten minutes later there is the ramp to the Autobahn, and the speed is now one hundred and twenty.
No more is neccessary. no more is needed.
Half an hour later, after threading the car through all the building sites, using the temporary roads, find a parking space.
The car will remain here all day.
Monday morning, nobody has been spoken to, nobody has spoken.
Another day in the solitary office.
Find clothing and leave the house, remembering to take the clock case along. That is a small job for the carpenters, a cabinet to make for a cabinet maker. A German oak case for a French clock.
Leave the house late, five minutes late.
It is a car day today, a day without trains and busses.
Find the blue car in its parking spot opposite the police station. Get in , and start the engine. Reverse out of the parking spot carefully, reverse down the street, turn the car and drive past the police station, then turn left, pass the park and the church, pass the sons school, take a right and a left.
Cruise down the tunnel under the castle at a steady fifty kilometers an hour, an orderly world down here, under the medieval castle. The walls are stained with exhaust fumes, emergency exits every fifty metres. Telephones and fire extinguishers along the walls.
Then out into the town once more, motor along beside the river, at a faster pace, the speed of the car is now one hundred kilometres per hour. Ten minutes later there is the ramp to the Autobahn, and the speed is now one hundred and twenty.
No more is neccessary. no more is needed.
Half an hour later, after threading the car through all the building sites, using the temporary roads, find a parking space.
The car will remain here all day.
Monday morning, nobody has been spoken to, nobody has spoken.
Another day in the solitary office.
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