8 March 2016
A deep sleep, ended by the inane melody. 'It is almost a struggle to leave the bed, turn off the alarm, go to the bathroom. The orchid is still there, still alive, enjoying the damp air regularily available in the bathroom. Maybe just thriving, the concept of enjoyment is probably foreign for plants. gather all of the items for the day, pat the cat and leave the house
The streets are greasy wet, the digger has returned to the alley, excavating yet more pipes from under the street, setting up new connections for various houses..
The colour of the lamps is greenish, mercury lamps, to change further on into the red of sodium lamps. The sodium amps in the Theater street are very monochromatic, making it impossible to tell most colours apart.
The manager of the discount bakery is angry this morning, shouting at his employee, There are stacks of empty boxes in front of the shop, waiting for the rubbish collection.
Dolores blends into the arty cut metal decoration the bus shelter. She is sitting there, waiting. A short glance, a nod. That is all that she is prepared for Today.
The bus driver is businesslike today, does not talk much-That is good.
And seven minutes later, another good morning This time granted by the pigtailed smoker, wearing a baseball cap against the rain, He is in good tumour, This Tuesday.
The servic woman in the cafe is new, a slightly older variety of service, she with a silver ring through her eyebrow. She is slow. and thorough, loud, firm voiced. And she has a lousy memory.
She is helped out later by the shaven headed man, and then everything works more quickly. He serves two, she deals with one.
In the cafe, no Hedgehog, and the television is showing pictures of some novel cleaning hquid, being sold in concentrated form at a very high price.
A. man asks me that his bag he watched, leaving his beer on the table and going out for a smoke.
At six, as the Rosenheim Diesel train arrives, leave the station and leave his bag alone.
The train is delayed today, six minutes all together.
These things happen.
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