noisy animal

a very quiet seaside melody from the mobile 'phone. It is five, get up, go to the bathroom, all the usual like brush the teeth, do not bother to shave today. There is a clatter from the cat door, the cat has realised that there is a potential for food. available now, there is a human awake.

Ignore the cat, it goes through the second cat door to the kitchen, never gives up hope.

Lie down on the bed for a few minutes, sleep will not let go, now the cat is here, purring, treading, hungry.
Get dressed, get out of the house.
Beige trousers, grey shirt.

And go on foot to the car.

There is a man taking his dog for its morning walk.
The dog shits, the man collects the product in a small plastic bag in order to dispose of it elsewhere.


The dog starts barking.

noisy animal

cave

opposite the sleeping police station.

purring cat, back to routine. It is late, use the car today to get to work.
It is late, the drive yesterday was long, ten hours long, through some of the worst rains in twenty years, so they said in the news this morning.
purring cat, warm bed, shower.
Shave the fuzzy face smooth, till all the madly sprouting hairs are three - knife Wilkinson-ed away, to smooth blandness. And the shower warm.
The seat in the car was uncomfortable, the back is sore, the right arm too. Ten hours tension.

The cat is happy, the normal situation is back. Rubs its back against the freshly showerd bare legs, Now the world is back in order for the small cat.

The room is dry, the air is warm.
Spring is here, in the south east of Germany, spring was there in the north west of France.

Gather the clothes, the socks a fresh jacket.
And go downstairs, in the bright light of the spring, out to the still-present building site before the house, and around the corner to the car parked opposite the sleeping police station.

A damp day with a grey sky

Waken amid the slow morning thought processes available only to the simple sinful. Get up and wash, the cave is cool.

Teeth, electric toothbrush, defuzz, electric buzz.

Caves are slightly damp in spring, not wet, just the condensation of the warm air from outside in the cool interior.

It is the morning to leave into the normality of home, the long drive back across France, across Baden-Wuertemberg, and back to Landshut.

A damp day with a grey sky

Troglodyte

Light creeps around the  corner of the passage cut in the rock centuries ago by French people mining lime for building purposes.

Now these dry caves are used for living and for storage.

The creeping light gets brighter inside minutes, it is now nine in the morning.

The sons alarm sounds, and is silenced by him. No further noises, but no further sound either.

Get dressed,and write these notes on the telephone,slowly. The cold has gone and the holiday in France is nearly over. Brush the teeth and put the clothes on.

And think of breakfast.

Yesterday's carelessnes

Friday 27 May.

'cave mouth, light from a foggy day outside. Things to be pictured, as 'the arty snobs of today say, make images.

Brush the teeth first, tar of the night has accumulated, bit by bit it must go.

Hiss in the head, more centre than right, but back again.

Put on fresh underclothes, overclothess, socks and shoes.

Take pictures in the cave, untill the battery has gone.

And the replacement does not work either, the charger had not

been correctly connected.

sit down, write these notes, tidy up the clothes, Clean the nose.

The family is asleep, despite the sons alarm, he always sets it early, well intentioned, and then fails to get up, the warmth of the bed is better than the morning

chill of the cave.

There is thick fog outside, the floor of the Loir valley is invisible the light from the sun is barely coming through from above.

Now wait for the batteries to recharge, yesterdays

carelessness.

Normal morning

Awake agape not fully funktiomal see the light in the cave. The mouth light the dawnlight

Turn on the camera. Leaf. Focus slide snap

Awake now  the light for the cave is better by the instant.

Taking pictures in the night clothes no time to waste. 

The light will go soon

It will be normal morning

France

surface from sleep, arise from the dead, look out into the

cave. There is the wife, signalling that it is time to get up,

it is late, it is eight.

It' is dark iihe subterranean resiess with its rough limestone

walls, the light from the cave's mouth not reaching the back

at the passage. Not really.

Get up-Tadalor. Press in new clothes.

And the chest hurts, the nkage sore at every cough.

OCR madness

Tuesday 24th Hay, 2016

awake in the dark, chest is sore. A cold, caught in femwy

and imported tofrance And now, thoughts of death and

destruction in the bed in the low cave. A very beautiful

cave, slightly damp, twelve degrees or fifteen. Out at

the bed, too daloo and back to the bed with it's naming

blankets.

Hear alarms, it is the son's mobile telephone. He has set

the alarm with the intention of doing great things, but

now the bed is better.

Try to sleep on untill ten, try to force the demon

cold into retreat. Watch the light from the cave mouth

illumined the walls with many different qualities as

the day goes on, as the morning advances.

Leave the bed at eleven, a warm pullover to stay

hot in the sun. Dink coffee and hat.

A cold on a sunny day is misery, on a wet day there

would be an excuse to stay indoors

The cave in France, beauty. Nature for illness, for every

time may be the last time.

23,5 16

Aawatuamadmdmessed, west of Paris.. A limestone cave with

23 May 2016

Awake in the dark, there is only a small ranging sound from the

mobile telephone New mail.

A dark cave in france, no light, none, but the light from the

cave's mouth. It is warm in the bed, the air is fresh and heavy. that

is strange.

Awake, and look out of the window across the cahe mouth.

A big arch The temperature is the same as last night, but after a

night in bed the body is warmer. It is cloudy outside, a grey

morning.

Find the clothes in the dark, in the space that had never been

reached by sunlight, ever

And a beautiful garden outside.

West of Paris

22 May 2016.

With the full moon ahead and the rising sun behind the

family left Landshut.

In a small speeding cart, car.

Stop at the filling station, fill the tank.

It is five, or six, and at four we will be in France,

west of Paris..

All day spent in a car.

Solve that if you will!

Brickhead.
no know wot a brick feels like
head feels heavy.

Conversation over a drink last night.
The conversation was good
so another drink an' yet another.
and more conversation.

Sore head now, the last one must have had something wrong with it.

Sunlit day, bright and clear. Unlike the head, throbbing dimness to a hissing ear,
A silent morning, Saturday, no workmen outside, no-one on the streets.
Coffee is made, that is good.

Ahhhh!


And there is more nonsense in the mail today, the brothers have yet another opinion.
Now they are four, opinions.
and brothers.

And only one treasure to be divided.
A treasure indivisible.

Solve that if you will!

The cat is content today.

Or later.

Days off work, lazy days. Listen to the noise of the workers machines outside, the whine of the coolling system on that old apple in the son's room as he attempts to make it work using linux.

The eyes have a sticky feeling around their rims, the tinnitus is hissing, focus is difficult.

But the weather outside is nice.

Clean up some of the debris left on the couch table by the television, the empty plastic container in which the yoghurt was sold, and the attendant dirty spoon.

Fill the dishwashing machine, put in a tablet of detergent, and press the button to make it work.

The cat is playing with a toy kitten,  the toy makes noises like a real kitten, and the cat is always most protective towards it.

In the alley the sound of chain saws, cutting wood to length so that the trenches may be supported, and the constant hum of the mobile generator.

And the head is still sore and the eyes unfocussed.

Sleep was too long, too luxurious.

Everything needs to be paid for.

whether in cash or in kind.

Finish this now, it is not going anywhere.

the wife is still in bed, and she will stay there untill ten.

Or later.

then they are not talking

up at four today, a strange noise from the empty room above. Upstairs in the dark. Nothing there, wonder what that was.
Check the computer, see that the brothers have written. Write an answer to the brothers.
still in sleeping clothes, the sooner the answer is out the better.
E frio.
Colder than I can ever imagine it to be in Portugal. Maybe a dose of something, maybe just tired.
The answer done, the mail sent off, and then back to bed.

And stay there untill nine thirty.
Who wants to get up on such a rainy day.


Get up, feel better.
Tiredness is out of the bones now.
And check the mail.
and the news.

An airliner has disappeared over the Mediterranean.
Nobody knows anything, and if anybody does, then they are not talking.
The workmen are proceeding with their work in the rain, chain saws and the steady hum of the generator, delivering the power for the electric welding apparatus.
And the patter splatter pitter
of the rain.

clocks will run for years on one battery.

awake early, it is night, it is four in the morning according to illuminated square face of the small device by the bedside.

Too early.
The heating system has broken down today, there can be no hot morning shower or anything now. Not untill the maintenance men return. With the spare parts, and their bill following a week later.

Sleep on , untill seven,  get up, and read the mail. There are seious things happening in the world now, and the brothers are fighting again over idiocies. In Ireland. And the Turks are turning their backs on democracy, there is no peace and the sun is shining outside.

Outside, there is a hum of the machinery, workmen digging up more of the road, laying their enormous black-clad pipes for the towns centralised heating system. They have a generator for their welding apparatus, and further down, towards the church, they are cobbling the road again, back to the situation it was in before they started.

The week after next the way to work will be free again.

but between then and now a week in France, west of Paris.

Drink a fresh cup of coffee, take the daily pill, tinnitus hiss on the right, write this daily diary of nothing special, the son is making some tiny computers work for him.
that is nice.
And it is a peaceful morning.
Bright sun outside

Ticking clocks, ticking clocks from France. Electric ATO , Brillie, a hobby, Electromagnetic clocks will run for years on one battery.

A face to be restored.

forget the aggravation

Up, about.
It is holiday time, seven day break.
and the alarm on the mobile has not been turned off.
Oh.
Search for the small device, and when it is found, turn off the alarm.

Mail from the brother, the one who feels himself eternally hard done by.
Oh dear. All of this at half past four in the morning.
It would have been better to just sleep on .
Write a reply, cannot help here, the difficulty is none of my business.

Write that mail, and it is time, it is six, it

Oh just go back to bed and forget the aggravation

Well, a lighter grey, anyway.

this is a holiday, whit monday.
Pentecost, a holiday- A holiday in Germanny, in saint Kitts and Nevin, maybe in Turks andt Caicos too.
Whit monday, Whit holidays.

Outside, the rain is dribbling from a grey cloud that covers all of the sky, just one. Totally non directional light. Bright.

Coffee, and tidy up the dishes.  Sit at the table, a white cup, chipped apilco, a picture of a pair of pears on it.
A coffee mug, yellow green and white.
And a chip on the rim.

And now it is getting brighter outside, perhaps it will stop raining.

The son is in front of his machine, Unix now, and the world could go underwater outside for all he cared, just as long as the Internet works and electricity is available for his machines. Two things taken for granted.


It is good to sit alone in the room full of old furniture, a dusty room now, but with items from the last one hundred and fifty years standing around, furniture. The oldest is insignificant, a table for card players. And the youngest, a tiny table from that Swedish manufacturer of fashionable furniture kits.
Assembled in this room. It belongs as much as the others.

It is hard to desribe the peace here now, a peace theat will last a short while.

A holiday, let us call it white monday, this is almost the colour of the sky now.
Well,  a lighter grey, anyway.

non event

Sunday morning easy, stay quiet, get up, listen to the cat purring, sunlit day outside.
Get up, take a shower, look at the orchid, must water it today. Soak the wood chips that it grows on. It seems to like that.

Brush the teeth and clean the stand from which the toothbrush loads up it's batteries. And now, ready to go. The son is an unkempt addition to his computer, still playing that same mining game.

The sun is up, and out. Yesterdays storms are past, and now the walls of the house opposite are lit at a slant by the sun, the eight in the morning sun.

The coffee pot needs cleaning, the kitchen could be tidier.
So tidy the kitchen and clean the coffee pot.

Think of islands in the sun, boating, swimming, all day.

Think of tinnitus, will not go away.
The son and the wife are preparing for a days excursion. A trip to a museum, not a thing for a good day, but who can choose the weather.

Sit at the table, look at the pianos. One is a flat box, one is upright.
The flat one needs to be repaired.

The son wants to stay at home, to play games on the computer, with his friends.

And the television is showing pictures of landscapes.

We are waiting for the breakfast cake.


This is going to be an entirely disjointed day, the bells are ringing outside, it is half past nine, the bells are calling the faithful to the service.

WWW

First day of the holidays 

Which What who.

Whit weekend

Good
in one week off for a week in France

and a long rest in bed on this Saturday, wonder why it is more relaxing to rest on a Saturday when it is known that there is to be no work on Monday than on just a normal weekend.



Get up, shower, wash the teeth, take the small pill.
Make coffee.


The roses in the glass vase on the table are letting there heads hang now, they never bloomed fully. They are roses that were grown on an industrial scale and given away by a shopping mall for Mothers day. Last week. They are still a deep red, vermelho.
But there structure has decayed, they are dead.

Details escape today, the tinnitus  hiss on the right, and iinto the windows the yellow light.
The refrigerator is groaning, all things will come to an end, let us quit the moaning.
And the wife is up, argueing with the son. She says he should stop playing with his friends on the computer, but offers no alternative.

Oh no- these struggles will waste so much time

may B

Friday, may B

The seaside melody will not let itself be silenced today.

Press, poke, huh, swipe, half asleep.

Then silence. No knowing exactly why, but silence.

get up, go to the bathroom, shower, forget to shave.

No matter.

search for the watch, cannot find it. What time is it, anyhow.

Down the stairs, there is the cat, waiting to say goodbye.

Rwhhsk! Rubbish! cats do not talk.

It is -.

raining, a steady drizzle. The pipe laying crew, they have only left a narrow

footpath up the street in the wrong direction.
so go up the one side of the street, and back down on the other.

Friday market is today, there are people  putting up

awnings in the rain. The man with the plastic shroud

around his fast-food stand is cutting sausages. His chores before the

daily sales start. Selling cooked sausages, fried fat and

bread.

Dolores is at the bus stop. she is friendly as always, even

though she never says very much. Actually-not a word.

The bus driver takes his money, points to his machine,
says take it yourself- two words- "Selber Nehmen!"

Just ignore that-he expects his customers to reach into

the machine and take out the ticket themselves. Turn and go. He shouts.

t "Ihr Fakrschen", germanfor "Your Ticket"

so turn around and say'-well, give it to me please-.

Perhaps a stupid business, but the german language

as it is used here is arrogant and rude. The difference 

between "Take your ticket!", and 'Here is your ticket?
No

'it is just the way the people deal with each other here.

The cafe, as always. Steamy today, because at all those customers covered in damp from the rain
-service

by a young woman with oriental features. She is polite +.

Alice Team Leiterin in the background. After the each

and every customer has placed  his order the query

'Alice?". No, it is just her habit..

Write the beginning of these notes in the cafe,

Standing-

at a small high table, the television high on the

opposite wall showing inane advertising for curious power tools,

The train is in ontime, largely empty, people not at work,
on leave early prior to the official school holiday start of the Whitsun

school holidays.

Today is the last day at work for two calendar weeks,

the annual leave renaming from last year needs to

be used up.

Next station is Freising.

Please leave the train on the right.

Golden Silence, stay awhile.

12 May 2016

awake, shower, shave brush teeth. The cat watches in silence today. Everything takes a little bit longer,Tthursday slowness. Board a bus, at the bus stop, much later.

Leave the house five minutes late, through the town with a sunken head, see only the street. 

In a hurry today.

Dolores has a bandaged foot, upon an inquiry of ' what  happened? she says that it must be the weather. Good morning Dolores. Her German is broken, maybe from Eastern Europe, maybe from further afield.

After the short bus ride, hello to the smoker in front of the station, and into the cafe on the right hand side of the waiting room. Alice is there, wearing a blue shirt with the inscription 'Teamleiter' on its left breast. She makes coffee and tea, takes money, and says 'Alles' after every customer . In the waiting room Hedgehog is at his table, ruddy- faced, waiting. He has a newspaper spread in front of him, he is wearing his clean blue overalls. Around the corner comes hits young lady friend, they are all ready to have their morning chat.

Outside the window, the first half of the Munich express train is to be seen as it comes into the platform area. At the same time the Rosenheim train comes into the nearer platform. This is a small diesel train with only two carriages. Still, it fills the platform with a crowd of almost one hundred and fifty people. 

 This crowd dissipates quickly, into town, or to other platforms to catch other trains.

It is here that There is a sudden awareness that the tinnitus is gone. The steady background hiss of the past years has stopped. 

Silence.

Golden Silence, stay awhile.

After the Train leaves Moosburg, the sun comes out from behind the hitherto obscurative clouds, an another bright day with a softt light from friendly sky.:
Good Morning. 

Alway 2016 groan

Alway 2016

groan, it is early again, time to get up, take a shower.

Bathroom. all much the same as yesterday

The cat is downstairs, making verses to itself. It seems unhappy, but then, maybe it just wants attention.

The building site has moved up the road now, it is in front of the house today. This is awkward.

But of no importance, really.

Teacher and Dolores are at the bus stop, dolores is becoming more and more cheerful as the weather gets warmer.
On the way to the meanwhile arrived bus, she pauses to pick up a carelessly deposited,

dropped plastic bag to place it into the rubbish that is fitted to the signpost of the bus stop. Tidy of Dolores.

The bus driver drives badly, braking and accelerating very actively, much more than the traffic requires.
It is very uncomfortable.

The pigtailed smoker is chatting to another smoker colleague at the ashtray in the yellow smokers box

that has been painted onto-the pavement.

A short 'good morning'.

The slow woman working in the cafe, it takes longer than usual to be served. An unpleasant thing, she does not care,

tries to make jokes.

Hedgehog and young women, chatting again. He is a happy man these days.

Despite the warning on the lid 'caution hot`, burn the lips and the mouth with that coffee, hotter today than usual. There should be a warning "caution HOTTER"

Take it to the platform, just as the train is ariving, moving into the station at a snail's pace, with

the risen sun behind it. Moving slowly, so as not damage the waiting vehicle carriages, those with

which it will couple to become the doubly long express train that will proceed to Munich.

It is due to leave the station again at about eight minutes past six.

And later, watch the sunlit riverside landscape move past the window slowly, then faster.

There is ground fog, the warmer air rising from the ground being cooled by the remains of the night and condensing into a grey fog.

The train is filled fully at Moogburg, it is a daily commuters transportation for those who work in the city for

less money them-it takes to be able to live there.

toys placed in a model railway diorama

10 May 2016

Awake. Bathroom. Cat makes noises. shower. Brush teeth.

Automatic waking ritual.

Let the cat in, she rubs her back on legs, chair legs, anything.

Put on the wrong pair of trousers by mistake. the dirty ones.

-correct that, put on the clean ones, the ones for the office-

The streets are bright this morning and but for a man in the bright orange safety clothing, bare at people.
 It is theday for the rubbish bins today, these bins are all standing at the edge of the pavement awaiting collection.

Dolores is at the bus stop, she seems to be happier in the warmer weather, who isn't?

A young woman strides past, along the promenade,

into the sunrise. The sky  reflected in the river, the

arc of the pedestrian bridge is visible in the distance.

The bus driver, takes his money, all is in order

The station forecourt is empty of people; the smoker

is not at his usual place.

The coffee lady at Yorma is slow and effusive, she

is in no hurry and very chatty. The bald young man comes to help,

he is now growing a beard.

Hedgehog is in his corner in the waiting room cafe, he is chatting to a younger woman.
He is animated,

happy,
his face seeming to shine with delight.

Lost in thought, take the wrong granite stairs, and arrive

at the wrong platform. A short panic, every Thing is different, yet everything is the same.
But This is not a problem junst go back down the stairs again, and climb those at platform No. 6.

The train comes in, there is the usual crowd of people who simply cannot wait to board it, they cannot wait untill those disembarking have left the train.

The train drives through the bright, morning.

sunlit landscape. The houses and fields and forests

are like toys placed in a model railway diorama built by a toy train fanatic, 

All the fresh green of spring, the bright yellow of the rape plants, and the tiny cars on the roads in the distance

an -

Moos burg is past, the train is due in Freising shortly.

Another day takes its course.

Fields of yellow-blooming rape (Brassica napus) are everywhere,

Monday nine

Deeper sleep than the usual doze, ended by the telephone's sound.

It is bright outside, morning has broken.

Bathroom and wash, the orchid is doing well. Five white blooms.
Brush the teeth, decide that the brown jacket will be enough for today.
There will be no rain.

The cat comes into the bedroom, a purr# for a greeting, and wanders on into the kitchen..

Search for a comb, find it, brush the hair, and out into the street, down the alley, pass by the church and go through the town gate to the bus stop.






The sun is rising over the river, and a cyclist passes by, on the promenade.



Dolores is at the stop, sitting in the shelter, looking more comfortable than usual.
It is so much warmer today then on other days during the past weeks.

Inside the cafe at the station, confrontation with the usual chaos, the black haired girl coping badly with the daily onslaught of customers.
The woman ahead in the queue asks for chocolate powder on her cappuccino coffee, and with a careless gesture the powder is spread all over the cup and the table

Monday morning mishap'. °

The routine of the daily work, this routine returned after a long weekend
The sun is now illuminating the land scape passing the 'windows of the train brightly, the shadows are still blue with reflection from the sky.
Fields of yellow-blooming rape (Brassica napus ) are everywhere, a monoculture, are amid the varying s shades of green of the more natural vegetation.

Summer is well on its way.

A cake for Sunday

8may, dismay.
It is silent outside, but for the bells, the bells of Saint Martins, Saint Jodoks, others in the distance.
Eight in the morning.
Late.
There is the sound of an electronic game now, the son is playing his games.
The cat is exploring, she is out and about, of course, already, exploring the property, doing cat things, occasionally complaining.

All the muscles hurt, sore after a day of guiding a concrete cutter two days ago. Backache, legs and arm muscles all greet the day, a warning not to move too much, every movement a pain.
And that machine was supposed to have been easy and light.

The day is splendid, almost utterly silent.
Unusually quiet tinnitus today
And it is bright outside
claro.
and the son starts to lay the breakfast table
A cake for Sunday.

Return of the machine by nine

up late, seven, morning sun.
showered last night, all done.
Make a cup of coffee for breakfast.

Take the rented machine,
and go to the car,
Return of the machine by nine.


It is saturday, the third day of a weekend stretched by Ascension Day, and overtime.
This could go on for longer.

The concrete in the yard has been cut by the rented concrete saw.

six of may sixteen

free Friday, no work today. The hours worked in overtime are returned, they are free time now.
A shower, half dress, and read the mail that has come in over the last few hours, spent asleep.

The sound of the alarms in the sons bedroom, he needs to get up to go to school. There is no free day for him.

Clocks tick, tick tock clocks. It is silent and peaceful, there is hope that the building workers will have a day off today too.

and then the sons alarm sounds again for the second time.

it is very noisy.
The sunlight is reflected from the yellow wall of the house opposite, filling this room with yellow light.

seven eighteen in the morning


and at twelve midday a machine has been rented and the concrete in the yard has been cut, and removed. This was hard work, and has been in planning for years.

Sunny quiet Ascension Day morning

wake, this is ascension. A day to sleep in, a day for relaxation, forty days after Easter.
the seaside melody starts at five in the morning, the device has no respect for holidays at all. Fathers day today.
Sleep on untill around eight, then get up and see how the son is getting on. Asleep in his high bed.
Then check the hot water, it is on, the heating works.

The son is up now, and in front of the television, watching penguins, they are in English today, all with funny accents from different parts of the world. Give him his blanket.

Make up coffee, the bialetti espresso machine, for many cups.

Sit at the table, tinnitus hissing as always. a hiss with a kind of highly pitched whistle, bitter coffee in the white cup with the blue pattern printed upon it.
write these notes

and when all is done remember to take the pill that the doctor had ordered. hope that it works  today, on this sunny quiet Ascension Day morning

Fadderdag

it is like two trains having a race.

4th may, 2016

Get up, after the mobile telephone has sounded. A strange thing, there had been a dream before of being awake, being in bed. The end of the dream was really being awake and lying in bed. 

This was the strange thing. 

Bathroom, and then futility, the shower will not heat up. Futility, wait. Nothing changes. A short wash with cold water, dress for work, let the eat in.

Climb up into the attic to check the heating. There is a red light glowing on the boiler, indicating that it is not working. Turn the heating off, turn it on again after minute. Now it seems to be working again, but that is not trustworthy

Hurry downstairs, leave the house. See the yellow bags in the streets, hurry back, collect the bags from the yard, and carry them out into the street, to be in the company of the other ones there. The yellow bags, all filled with packaging waste, awaiting collection in the street by the town waste officials.

At the station, the slow woman is serving, she starts a conversation. Her attitude is astonishing, she knows that there are so many people there who need to goto work, yet she carries on assuming that they have all the time in the world.

This day has a chaotic beginning, and it may easily get worse.

Penalty.

The train is held up-for three minutes, and it leaves Landshut just as the Rosenheim diesel train gets under way on a parallel track, leading for Rosenheim. 

It is like two trains having a race.

cold late and recreated

in the fumblings to turn off the noisy mobile telephone disconnect its

cable very roughly:

Then get up and go to the bathroom. The orchid is doing weakly.

an take a shower and wash the hair.

All at once.

go to the bedroom afterwards; dress in day clothes find

the glasses and leave for the street

The facade for the perfume shop has teen finished, the scaffold has been removed.

A young woman approaches, passes, and walks past the street corner.

She is wearing flat shoes,. her trousers are tight at the cuffs.

A police car approaches along the Theater street, slowly. The two

officers are on patrol, the day is bright, now, even though the

sun is not visible.

It is cold too.

Dolores arrives at the bus stop, a short good morning.

The teacher arrives too. "we all wait in the cold. The

town sodium street lights extinguish, it is bright enough now.

The bus arrives, a short journey to the station. Say

hello to the smoker, he is just finishing his agent#e.

There is a new service person in the cafeke, perhaps

about fifty, she is slow, friendly and confused.

Take the paper cup of coffee into the cafe, and stand there trying to

write this account.

the head feels as if it has been filled with something

that does not belong there, A strange sensation, it is

almost impossible to concentrate. It is really bright outside

now, the Rosenheim train is in, all at its passengers

leaving it. It will leave the station again in five minutes,

heading back to Rosenheim.

Leave the table in the cafe, down the granite steps

to the tunnel, and then up onto the platform numbered

5# the train arrives, stops, and commences its

coupling operation. Before it starts this, it lets

its passengers out, it unlocks the doors..

Inside The Train find a free seat next to a

policeman, and a forest official. They are talking in

great depth about timetable changes. And in Moosburg

a young woman sits opposite, and commences studying

her mobile phone

All is clear and of great plasticity.

2 may 16
The seaside melody from a mobile 'phone on a Monday, an awakening from the little death. Relax a second more, then go to the bathroom, wash, brush the teeth.

Blue trousers today, a cheek shirt.

There are no appointments today. no pictures to be taken of people meeting and chatting, eternal group pictures. No need to dress up any more than usual. Let out the cat, take the pill for the mind. Wait for a few minutes, just wait.

Leave the building, in the street the road works digging their way up the road, deep trenches for black pipes.

See the town lit by the dawn sunlight for the first time this year. Dolores, the bog-cotton man, and the teacher are all at the bus stop. The bus is early today, driving slowly, approaching almost surreptitiously. It halts, the driver gets his money, the journey to the railway station begins. A five minute journey.

Say good morning to the smoker, he is just finishing his cigarette and putting the butt into an ash tray, being careful to extinguish it first.
The girl who says 'Alice" is serving at the cafe, friendly and efficient. Just a large cup of coffee in a paper cap, alles, Alice.

Stand at the table, start with the date, the second of May, write the first few sentences of these and then hear that the Rosenheim Train is in, Platform one. At the platform No. 6 wait for the train. It has been delayed, for a few minutes, no reason is given. Knowing why would make no difference to the punctuality, but it would satisfy curiosity
Find a seat in the meanwhile-arrived train, and continue with these notes as the train speeds through a fresh green landscape under an almost clear sky. The scene is illuminated by a sun which is now well risen, all lit by its rays falling over the view at a most acute. shallow angle.

All is clear and of great plasticity.

between the hammer and the anvil, the fat and the fire, the rain and the drain

last night late, then early, watching television, amusement. entertainment.

Sleep into the morning, the day is well on now, there is the smell of café da manha in the air, the sound of the fan motor on the hot air oven.
Sunday breakfast.
The day is a grey one, the tinnitus is a steady loud hiss to the right. The doctor had said that getting used to the sound was the only option, to learn to ignore it.

Get up, get dressed.
Breakfast sunday with the family, and the day moves on towards midday.

And retire from the family, catatonic, unable to say what is to be done next. A panic between the hammer and the anvil, the fat and the fire, the rain and the drain.