They look like followers of some funeral.

24 february 2016
 up, after turning the melody off, naked to the bathroom, taking a towel out of the press on the way. Shower, wash the hair and return to the bedroom, put together the days clothing. The cat is friendly, awaiting it's release from the flat. Shower, glasses, noise cream, and wallet. Pugh up the computer tag and leave the house. Down the ornate alley, with all its restored period houses, it is warmer again. Under the bridge a SUV approaches, the driver does not appear to know that he is in a pedestrian zone. But he swerves fast in time – who was the fool here?   Dolores at the bus stop with a friendly   greeting today, there is the bog-cotton man once more.   The bus driver with the shaven sides to his head is working again today too. The bus is almost full today, wonder why.

 The short haired gent is serving today, assisted by a young black-haired woman. She is slow, precise, and efficient. She does her job at the rate she is getting paid to do it: slowly.
 Hedgehog is wearing a grey skullcap today, perched on the top of his head like a sacking crown.   Television is showing the wonder of double bladed circular saws again. A strange thing, maybe they work. Then the fitness machinery comes on again, all these rising buttocks, the promise of five minutes a day to a perfect body. and then it is time to pass the automatic sliding doors, see the just-arrived Rosenheim Diesel, and descend the stairs to the tiled concrete passage under the tracks. The train is not in yet, it is a bit late today.
 Think of the young woman of nineteen- two days ago, standing arms akimbo on the line of tracks waiting.Splat. No way to go. Madness. Board the train, after watching all of those people following the train as it moves in to couple with the waiting front section. It only moves at walking pasce during this coupling manouever, and the people follow it down the tracks, trying to maintain a position next to a door.
So that they may board first when the doors are unlocked.

They look like followers of some funeral.