and climb up another granite stairs to platform number six

The alarming sound of the cat in heat, out in the yard, looking for a tomcat, cat howls.

Then the sound at the mobile telephone, calling all the workers to work,

Get up, it is cold. Bathroom, wash the face and the hands, that will do for today.

let the cat in, she rises onto her hind legs and rubs her head the knees, the human knees. She wants her head scratched, and her back rubbed.

Leave the house for the street, the street not now mostly blocked by plastic barriers. These are to keep passers- by out of the trenches dug for the pipes.

This will go on until summer, then the work will be finished, the cobbles back in place...

It is a cold morning, look forward to the warmth in the bus. The mobile telephone was left on the bedside table by mistake. As a result there will be no Portuguese lessons today. No Babbel-ing language learning during lunch break. Eu nao posso.

Dolores is in the shelter, huddled in the corner, frozen.. glances, a nod for a good morning.

The full moon is in the same place today as it was yesterday, but the sky is brighter today.

Cafe Yorma is in complete confusion today, receive one overfilled coffee from a most confused service person.

There is not much to tell today, a strange man with an orange jacket is sitting in the corner of the cafe, a strange man with a highly concentrated, almost aggressive. stare in his face, The face is all wrinkled, and weathered. Not a young man at all. A railway worker, maybe. His eyes have a fierce expression, they are blue. His companion is dressed in an orange safety suit, he has longish blond hair and is consulting his mobile telephone. 

Hedgehog is alone in his corner, not talking to anybody.

Take the coffee, and leave the station cafe for the cold platform, with it's ticket machine, go down the concrete stairs and walk along the concrete passage, and climb up another granite stairs to platform number six.

The train is coming in, watch all of the followers ardently pursuing the machine as the doors pass slowly, at walking pace. Always the 'same

The sky over the cold landscape is clear, a few contrails from the early morning jet aircraft.

It will he spring soon.