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.