15 February 2016
Aware, awake far too early, the cat is making an uproar, and attention. Wanting food she gets attention.
An hour too early, it is four in the morning and nothing is in order. Up, go to the bathroom, shave. Back to bed again, lie there straight stretched on the mattress, waiting for the seaside melody. Listen to an early morning jet heading for Munich Airport And when the song does sound, at five, as it should, sleep has returned, and it is a rude awakening.
The cat is excited again, and gets in the way of those morning's searches for clothing. The clock in the hall has stuck, do not know why, so spend a short while repairing it. The cat goes frantic at the flat's door, it wants to leave for the hallway and the stairs.
So, at five thirty open the door, and go out into the streets all greasy from the morning fog, leaving the cat in the hallway, sitting there alone, wearing a doleful expression; its eyes wide open, pointed ears perked up.
The" oldie but goldie" second hand clothes shop in the alley has a lit window with a carefully dressed tailors dummy in its centre. And next to that, the leather tradeswoman's shop. It is in darkness. Angels stamps and Grimms crockery, the leather bag shop and Douglas Perfume, they are all clustered around saint Martin's church, Leave them all behind, pass the freshly cleaned discount bakers, go through the town gate, there is Dolores in the bus shelter. She does' not look happy today, who knows why, where she is coming from and where she is going to.
There are more people at the bus stop than usual today, not just the man with the bog cotton hair. There are two young men as well, and what looks like an office worker. Let them all onto the bus first, take care not to get to close, they smell of damp and sweat and cigarette smoke.
The bus driver give a disdainful look at the proffered change, then his face lights up, he says 'Kurzstreche?". That guy will go far, he is intelligent.
Station forecourt is deserted, one of the fellow passengers strides ahead to enter the building first. He is in a hurry, he does not do this regularily.
Blondy serves coffee, angry expression today, almost hurls the mugs of coffee at the customers. Maybe it is not her day. But she has silenced her inane chatter, and that is a mercy. Hedgehog is in his corner, under the silent television. A nod,-greeting enough-
The screen is showing inane musicians singing in the countryside, playing guitars on mountain tops, some with their eyes closed in bliss, some with stupidly raised eyebrows. The countryside would be better off without them, and if the sound were on it would be unbearable. German Pop music, 'Schlager' For the conservative small time populace. Rubbish with a beat.
The striding man from the bus comes in, he has got himself a roll from the counter, and settles down opposite to Hedgehog.
The tables are tiny, Hedgehog scuttles off.
The mans trousers do not fit properly, they are blue jeans badly cut.
And the train is in on time •
Aware, awake far too early, the cat is making an uproar, and attention. Wanting food she gets attention.
An hour too early, it is four in the morning and nothing is in order. Up, go to the bathroom, shave. Back to bed again, lie there straight stretched on the mattress, waiting for the seaside melody. Listen to an early morning jet heading for Munich Airport And when the song does sound, at five, as it should, sleep has returned, and it is a rude awakening.
The cat is excited again, and gets in the way of those morning's searches for clothing. The clock in the hall has stuck, do not know why, so spend a short while repairing it. The cat goes frantic at the flat's door, it wants to leave for the hallway and the stairs.
So, at five thirty open the door, and go out into the streets all greasy from the morning fog, leaving the cat in the hallway, sitting there alone, wearing a doleful expression; its eyes wide open, pointed ears perked up.
The" oldie but goldie" second hand clothes shop in the alley has a lit window with a carefully dressed tailors dummy in its centre. And next to that, the leather tradeswoman's shop. It is in darkness. Angels stamps and Grimms crockery, the leather bag shop and Douglas Perfume, they are all clustered around saint Martin's church, Leave them all behind, pass the freshly cleaned discount bakers, go through the town gate, there is Dolores in the bus shelter. She does' not look happy today, who knows why, where she is coming from and where she is going to.
There are more people at the bus stop than usual today, not just the man with the bog cotton hair. There are two young men as well, and what looks like an office worker. Let them all onto the bus first, take care not to get to close, they smell of damp and sweat and cigarette smoke.
The bus driver give a disdainful look at the proffered change, then his face lights up, he says 'Kurzstreche?". That guy will go far, he is intelligent.
Station forecourt is deserted, one of the fellow passengers strides ahead to enter the building first. He is in a hurry, he does not do this regularily.
Blondy serves coffee, angry expression today, almost hurls the mugs of coffee at the customers. Maybe it is not her day. But she has silenced her inane chatter, and that is a mercy. Hedgehog is in his corner, under the silent television. A nod,-greeting enough-
The screen is showing inane musicians singing in the countryside, playing guitars on mountain tops, some with their eyes closed in bliss, some with stupidly raised eyebrows. The countryside would be better off without them, and if the sound were on it would be unbearable. German Pop music, 'Schlager' For the conservative small time populace. Rubbish with a beat.
The striding man from the bus comes in, he has got himself a roll from the counter, and settles down opposite to Hedgehog.
The tables are tiny, Hedgehog scuttles off.
The mans trousers do not fit properly, they are blue jeans badly cut.
And the train is in on time •
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