77th of April, 2016 The seaside song, loud., No! Stagger, to the writing desk and turn the melody off. To the bathroom, the hair is standing on end after last nights shower. Perhaps it is not such a smart idea, to shower in the evening and then to go to bed with damp hair.
Shave and brush the hair and the teeth, and get fresh underwear. and then, take an apple for breakfast, and wait for the two saint Martins bells that will say that it is time to go.
The cat comes into the room, and strolls over to butt it's head against the human legs, awaiting a hand to scratch it's poll. She purrs, a scratchy vibrant purr today, maybe the cat has a bit of a cold.
At the sound of the two bells, open the door and leave for the corridor. The cat follows, then runs ahead down the stairs. Leave the house for the cool and dark alley. It is not raining, not as forecast, the road is dry, the pavements dry.. A man approaches, he is huddled in a coat, moving well to one side to avoid contact, collision, or whatever.
Follow Dolores down the Theater Street. she is slow today. A greeting, and that is that. An older woman on the way to the bus stop, a coat, flat shoes, and a leopardskin printed handbag. good Morning dolores. Do not be sad.
A woman, not very old, maybe thirty five, in a red rainproof coat, padded., with blond hair and a heavily marked face is begging at the bus stop. She asks for a large sum, and is refused.
Later, at the station, there is the pig tailed smoker in the centre of the station's forecourt, just finishing his cigarette. And yorma's cafe is slow again, a silly fumbling waitress, Hedgehog and his colleagues talking about the railway, the television set up on the wall silently showing its advertising. Today a couple are extolling the qualities of car wax, a silly show.
The little train from Rosenheim comes in to the railway platform, and it is Time to leave for the platform, and to watch the train come in slowly, stop, then start agin, then to stop abruptly as it couples with the waiting carriages. After a short while the doors open, get aboard
Then the train is ready to rush through the dawn landscape with all the houses glowing luminous in their bright whte paint
,77th of April, 2016
Shave and brush the hair and the teeth, and get fresh underwear. and then, take an apple for breakfast, and wait for the two saint Martins bells that will say that it is time to go.
The cat comes into the room, and strolls over to butt it's head against the human legs, awaiting a hand to scratch it's poll. She purrs, a scratchy vibrant purr today, maybe the cat has a bit of a cold.
At the sound of the two bells, open the door and leave for the corridor. The cat follows, then runs ahead down the stairs. Leave the house for the cool and dark alley. It is not raining, not as forecast, the road is dry, the pavements dry.. A man approaches, he is huddled in a coat, moving well to one side to avoid contact, collision, or whatever.
Follow Dolores down the Theater Street. she is slow today. A greeting, and that is that. An older woman on the way to the bus stop, a coat, flat shoes, and a leopardskin printed handbag. good Morning dolores. Do not be sad.
A woman, not very old, maybe thirty five, in a red rainproof coat, padded., with blond hair and a heavily marked face is begging at the bus stop. She asks for a large sum, and is refused.
Later, at the station, there is the pig tailed smoker in the centre of the station's forecourt, just finishing his cigarette. And yorma's cafe is slow again, a silly fumbling waitress, Hedgehog and his colleagues talking about the railway, the television set up on the wall silently showing its advertising. Today a couple are extolling the qualities of car wax, a silly show.
The little train from Rosenheim comes in to the railway platform, and it is Time to leave for the platform, and to watch the train come in slowly, stop, then start agin, then to stop abruptly as it couples with the waiting carriages. After a short while the doors open, get aboard
Then the train is ready to rush through the dawn landscape with all the houses glowing luminous in their bright whte paint
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