awaken in the own bed, up early. With all the changes in time due to the passed time zones, worry over the time shown on the watch. The clock on the telephone says that it is a quarter past four, earlier than in Cork. The joys of modern science, making all of the need toor extreme care in the adjustment of watches and calendars redundant.
A time patchwork across the continents automatically adjusted. Finally, gather all the items needed for a successful journey to work, to the work that had not wanted or waited.
The cat Miriam appears from under the bed, she sleeps there now. She wants to go out to the hallway, she is a young year-old cat that wants her freedom. The orchid in the bathroom is at its place in the light the bathroom lamp in the pre-down window, the dates have been changed, It is really dark outside. and then, find the keys and leave the house, leaving the dissapointed cat behind, she who wants to explore dark alleys, and to do all her things that cats do there.
The alley is empty, construction work involving the laying at-pipes. the whole street will be closed for months, the only traffic will be big yellow machines. and noisy workers.
The works on the perfume shop are nearly finished, three yellow skips in front of the door with the remains of all the old interior details inside them.
There are more people at the bus stop today. Dolores is there, and a girl, her first time waiting here, asking "whether the bus will be on time". The teacher, and the bog cotton man arrive. The bus driver takes his money and gives the change, looking grimly at the bank note.
At the station, there is the pigtailed smoker wearing his dark shirt, short sleeved on this warm day- Yorma´s cafe is in chaos, The young girl behind the counter has grown no faster with time. The bald headed man comes out to help, and he is really fast. she thanks him for his hedp, the coffees. and cappocinos are all served. Hedgehog ↳ alone in the cafes, and a few sups later and we may both go to the train.
The train is delayed. Delayed for fifteen minutes.
This is Monday, and dawn has broken to daybreak as we reach Freising
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