short wet

30 June two thousand and sixteen

Listen, the cat, The birds outside. The open window at night during this warmer weather is fantastic. Watch the day begin from the bed, then get up and take a shower.

It is far too early in the day.

Shave after the shower, those new razors are a good' idea.

sit and wait now, fully dressed.

There is no intention to take the jacket, it should be warm today.

The Saint Martins halls once-cling-and then, fifteen minutes later, Twice. cling cling

Half past.

Outside, it seems dazzling bright, the strange light just before a storm, everything brightly lit, but the shy behind the

- church- dark..

The Town is strangely busy, there are many delivery trucks in the pedestrian zone, delivering bakery products to all the street cafes

Dolores and Teacher at the bus stop, lightly dressed despite the increasingly darkening sky.

at the railway station, the sky is darker yet. Yormascafe has two black haired girls on service, the one from yester ay, and another •

Later, on the platform, the storm breaks. The sky darkens over completely, the lights in the trains go on, and it starts to rain.

After the train has come in it is raining hard•

out of the shelter of the roofed platform

short wet

into the train.

lit interior

now black outside.

When the train moves

late

A dark wet landscape.

But the rain has stopped in Freising

and it has brightened a bit

day at the office.

      29-June 20/6

        strange noises coming in from the yard, the window is open. It is the cat climbing an aluminium ladder. The ladder is not made for cats, and therefore the eat is having difficulties. clunk clank miau.

        It is four thirty in the morning, so go back to led. The cat has climbed down to the yard now.

        And at five, get up and turn of the alarm on the mobile telephone. Bathroom and wash, and find filling clothing in the cupboards.

Mhrrg

train-4)

- 6/06 brain

[-] There is the sound of late homecoming partygoers outside perhaps this has something to do with the football tournament. The streets are bright and deserted, but for a woman parked in her car, in the pedestrian zone.

        Dolores and Teacher at the bus stop, beside the river ISAR, now calmly flowing by. Dolores obviously feels better in this warmer weather, looks well and youthful.

        Despite her age.

        Snooze aboard the bus for those five minutes, as it drives from the town centre to the railway station.

        Coffee, and the girl with the big eyeballs remembers the usual order today. The coffee bar is empty, it is wednesday..

        From the little table the six am. train is visible, the tiny one from op the country. The one that is always punctual. From Rosenheim.

To The railway platform no 6., as on every day at the week. At six minutes past six the train

is in, 'it couples with the outing carriages, and is underway again at ten past six.

at twenty five past, it is already leaving Moos burg. Through a dark riverside landscape, the shy us covered in clouds now, the fields are in many shades of dark green and yellow now, as the crops ripen.

Further down the carriage, there is a mousy gray.crowd of policemen, chatting andjpoking on Their way to work They meet here every day, some bring coffee, some bring a newspaper

And so the train rushes into Freising on time for the local train to

                Neufahrn- and then the bus to Garching.

and then to the day at the office.

        ,

        . 

A sense of order, essential. Keeps the monster BD down!

Bright bird song in the dark, is this the sound of a nightingale, or is it just a more common Blackbird?  look out, there is the cat, dim in the dawn light, listening, listening too, early cat, a nocturnal animal.

collect and collate the trimmings and fixings that will he needed for the day, the black dog is in his kennel today, he is not as bad as yesterday.
Where is the Blackdogs kennel? Perhaps inside the little medicine cabinet from France, the place where the keys, the wallet and the mobile phone are kept.
A sense of order, essential. Keeps the monster BD down!

! Movement now, leave the house, the alley is clean and bright after yesterdays rain.
Last night at the Italian's, watching the italian team win.
Then the start of the Icelandic game against England.
Thinking, then there is Dolores, picking her way along the road, the bakery delivery vans in the background.
She is slow, it is early she is taking her time.
Bus stop, there is the teacher, the man in shorts.
A young man with a pot belly.
Maybe he is not a teacher after all, but some functionary.


The bus to the railway cafe, the young girl there has become more professional, serves more quickly, makes no mistakes.
We all live and learn.
The television  in the cafe, silent as always, shows pictures of football teams, blue men in France scoring goals.
Then there are visual jokes about the British.
The television is, as always, silent.
It leaves us to interpret the pictures alone.


it is Platform time, six in the morning.
The Rosenheim train, comes in punctually, that is it –Then, wait.
The Munich train is late.
so what this happens all the time.

everywhere

no
the sore throat, and the pains in the back of the head
no no
no work today.
turn off the alarm
and go back to sleep
aches and pains

it is raining like fury at five in the morning





At nine the sun is out and there are fluffy little harmless clouds everywhere.

it is close to three years now

eight fifteen up for some time now, the details of the deep and pleasant sleep  all night are of no consequence now. It is Sunday, read the news, see what a popular movement has done now, there is news even on Sunday.
Up and about, the rest of the family is sleeping, the eight thirty bell sounds on this grey day leading the  way towards the end of June..
The bowl of ketchup is still on the table from yesterday, the son did not clear it away. There is a package of salt there too.

Without mentioning the beast by name there is a black dog in the neighbourhood, a hound that is present, and it shows no sign of ever going away. This animal stops all activity, all movement, all innovation. It is invisible to others and can only be seen when it shows itself, then not to be recognised for what it is.
The dog is real enough, but who takes a thing seriously that cannot be seen?

The eight thirty sunday bell sound, the son comes out of his bedroom with an itching back, it is sunburn, he was out in the sun yesterday or the day before. Hiss in the ear, right, the bells are now calling the faithful to Mass.


Should this go on? it is close to three years now

temporal interstice

a lazy lazy saturday, a day  a doodle day, sunny, a day after the British made a strange decision, a day after the world shook for a bit.
get up, after a while, a shower to wash yesterdays sun off, the grime and so forth.
There is not much there, not much here.
Read the news.
Mad Brits.
Deluded fools.
But then- they pride themselves on just that.

Make the coffee pra mim and listen to the talk from the street.
Listen to the son play his Philip Glas piece one more time, there will be  a demonstration later on,

With other children, all playing anything from Mozart to Grieg.
Some better and some worse.

This is an interstice between decay and recovery.
A temporal interstice,
never long enough

A saturday morning, a silly cough, and listen to the children outside.

Preparing for their weekend fun..

the joy of an agressive and backward part of a population

24 June 2016 -
 up, the making of the bed, gather the dirty clothing, turn off the mobile phone.
A quick wash and a fresh shirt, ready to go.
It is another bright and hot morning.
Upon leaving the house see that there is a cat in the gutter of the street, complaining loudly.
It is not the family cat, the neighbours must have obtained one somewhere, or else it is a stray cat.


'Dolores at the bus stop, dressed all in black.
Like  a Balkan widow.
Maybe she is a Balkan widow.
good morning.
see the teacher approach out of the distance.
He has a different outfit on every day.
A most dressy man.


There is no smoker at the station, there are very few people there at this hour.

The girl at the cafe has just arrived for work, she is just mounting her cap onto her head, a strange construction with no crown, really, it is just a hairband with a peak.
the Television is showing pictures of the Brexit vote in England, and the joy of an agaessive and backward part of a population facing that which they are about to destroy.
When the six minutes in the cafe are up, go to the ptatform, where the train is just arriving.
There are few people ontheir way to work today, the empty train speeds across a brightly lit morning landscape under a cloudless shy.
In Moosburg, it is to be seen that the moon has waned, it is only slightly more than a half moon now.
The countryside already has many fields harvested  of their first crop of the year, white plastic coated balls of silage scattered about on the countysides surfaces.

 Friday, end of the week, and the forecast predicts a rainy weekend.
And Europe is leading for incredible turbulence , a storm that may destroy quickly what had taken years to set up.

let them eat cake, she said, just like Marie Antoinette.

23 June 2-016

after the alarm check the computer for more mail. Nothing is as exciting as bad news. Shower, dress.
Leave the jacket on the hook, it is going to be a warm day.

Leave the house, and the street behind.
There are pigeo ns on the pavement, trying for early pickings.

Punz Pick.

The one stops to watch the human in the white shirt pass by. A careful pigeon.

Take a picture of the river at the bus stop.
The river with the Mill Island in the middle of it.

Dolores inquires us to whether the money had been left at home yesterday, and whether that had been rhe reason for the sudden turnabout. . It had, yesterday.
A friendly offer, and thanks.

A friendly old soul.

Take a picture of the bus, as it arrives.

The day is warm already, it will become really hot today.

Later, stand on the platform holding a plastic-lidded paper cup .
The coffee is hot, and the sun is already glaring out of the sky.

Watch  the delayed train move into the station, and see it pass on down to the end of the platform. The first half of the train is late

so the second half is later. It is much later than it should be.

But eventually the train moves into the station, and joins with the first half.

And on board, listen to the apologetic announcement on the train's public actress system.




Passing thorough a landscape with the glaring sun behind,

heading for a three quarter ful pale moon.

The moon in a clear blue sky does not care at all about a train that is six minutes late.

At Moosburg three women sit diwn at the small table, and start to talk about cake, and the necessity

of feeding eighty people

'let them eat cake, she said, just like Marie Antoinette.

exited on the drivers left hand side

22 June 2016

Awake, up, go to the bathroom,

alarm on the mobile phone.

Four minutes to four.

Take the mobile 'phone into the bathroom, and shave.

Four minutes later, four in the morning, the alarm sounds.

return, check the time:

Shower, warm.

And then dry, check the telephone again. There are

messages. One from the brother, an insane rant.

This is so upsetting that the bag is left forgotten beside the bed

upon leaving the house.
Wander through the streets reading this disturbing note.

At the bus. stop, there is Dolores, feeding the ducks.

good morning.

It is a lovely day, and the necessary bag is still beside the bed. So turn around and walk back to the blue house in church street again, pick up the

bag and head back for the bus stop.

Bus gone.

Wait for the next. it takes a short detour in order

to stop  at the hospital. It is the bus with the number two.

Coffee at the railway station, because the train has just gone. so what. There is the slow train at twelve past, it stops at all at the villages on the way.

by, by the morning express.

giinddhofen, Bmchburg, then Moosburg, Langenback

and Mayling, those are the stops on the way.

The sun is well up by the time that the train arrive

at Freising, showing a morning landscape of great freshness and beauty.

And that mad missive this morning will not let  go of this mind

So we the train comes into Freising, to be

exited on the drivers left hand side.

. ponto

21 June 2016.
 Push back the bedclothes, real now, the noisy telephone.
.
Fumble untill the sound is off :after washing, search for clothing.
.
The cat comes in on an inspection tour rubbing it 's head here, 'there.
.
she seems a contented cat.
.
.
.
leave the house, and, on the corner of the alley, a police car approaches .
.
driven by a young policemen.
.
The pavement is narrow here, the space for pedestrians is small.
.
The streets down to the river are deserted again, just at the river there are a few cyclists  on their way into work.
.
Dolores in the bus shelter, good morning dolores.
.  
Teacher type man arrives, rucksack and matching shoes, making a good impression, or at least trying to.
.
.
The man at the station, the one with the pigtail, just finishing his cigarette.
.
And the bald man, the man with the shaven head, is distributing freshly made salami rolls in the display and sales counter.
.
A cup of coffee in front, at the silent television set, all about football today, various people talking about the experiences.
.
Not to he heard, the sound is off, they are just mouthing.
.
.
The train is not full today, as it rushes through a sadder landscape under an overcast shy.
.
.
.
It is a wet summer, with sunny spells.
.
.
.
at Moosburg two young women sit down opposite, and commence whispering to each other.
.
so quiet, there is hardly a sound.
.
.
.
And then they are silent.
.
The tablet taken this morning takes its effect, slowly.
.
This will have to stop, sometime.
.

A pigeon playing chicken.

20 Juni 2016 Awaken early, better now.
Tinnitus nowummimus, minimal now, well less than all day yesterday.
A hiss like a gas tap, like a gas cooker.
shave, eyoy the new blades on the shaving machine, they cut without scratching.
The cat is attentive and friendly.



On the way to the bus stop in the  theatre street, a flight of swans passes overhead.
The huge birds, maybe eight of them, fly past in a formation the two letters V, like arrows.
They are huge, appear slow, and-make a creaking noise with their wings.
They are not high up in the air.
A sight to begin the day with passing through the gate, a car coming in the opposite direction stops and the driver too, looks↳ at a pigeon just sitting in the centre of the road.
It will not get up, all the others fly away.
The car moves on, the driver curiously satisfied.
Then another car, a small red car, accelerates with noise.
The bird, startled, flies away.
A pigeon playing chicken.

Dolores and Teacher, both there, waiting for the bus.
Neither of them looked up to watch the swans fly past.
at the station, the smoker with the pig tail.
He is just lighting up his cigarette, gives a nod and a good morning.
He is standing at the very edge of the yellow square marked on the ground, the tiny area reserved for smokers. with an ash tray and a sign is in it's  middle .


And coffee at the café, there is a different person serving there today.

On the television, a thin blonde woman with curls in her hair explains yesterdays football results.
There are pictures of dissapointed players in red shirts.
The sound is off, as always.


The train is in on time, and find a place with a small table to continue writing this account.

ill nineteenth

light
fuzzy reality
get up

awful
uma dor de garganta
sore throat.

take the computer to the table.
sit down
cannot read the screen
Darkness

deep breath.

must be ill
back to bed
darkness


awake to a smell of baking.
the son has made breakfast.
it is twelve.


still ill

about one hundred and fifty Saturdays

oh

oh oh saturday,
early sunny
Bathroom.


A day that promises to be a dissapointment,
the sun is there and then it goes.

Tidy up the bench in the kitchen and make coffee, a slice of bread.
The son's alarm sounds.

And good morning
and then he wants to play
with the computers again.

Drink coffee
type this.


with the wish to spend an hour, learn some language
one hours practice,
helps.

backrests are bleached white,

17 June 2015
 l't is damp weather, a few spots of rain still forming on the pavement's .
But it is not raining .
The path to the bus stop is lost in routine, the details are gone .
They are forgotten as soon as they occur .
There is a row of pigeons sitting on the wall waiting to see what the day will supply .
Look down whilst passing .
Who knows? Pigeon droppings on the nose are a sobering thought.
Dolores is at the bus stop, a friendly smile today .
The river in the background is still in flood, flowing fast between the walls constraining it.
The hotel on the other side is now hidden by the trees foliage .
Later, moving on,  crossing the flood drain on the bus, see that the small streams are all a dark brown, muddy, slimy-looking .
They are full  of liquid mud, mud that they will deposit further downstream.
The scene in front of the station is the same as every day, the smoker is wearing a hat, protecting his pigtail from the danger of getting wet .
The coffee girl today, slow and friendly, otherwise as every day.
A large coffee, some as every day .
Hedgehog is just leaving the cafe, freshly scrubbed face and a clean, bright green overall .

There is football on the television today, yesterdays game is being commented on .
, but the sound is off .
There are pictures of dissapointed faces .
And as the small diesel train comes in, go down the stairs, stairs of granite .
A tunnel with tiled walls, built under the railway tracks .
And up again, to the doubtful day, a day of no rain and no sun .
Aboard the train, silence but for a small group talking .
The man opposite is sleeping, slumped in his seat .

Seat covers are some kind of blue velvet with black squares printed thereon .
The backrests are bleached white, from the many many backs .

monocultural plans of cash-

Martin's bells sound, and that is the end of the mad rush to get washed and shaved and so forth.
Go doen the stairs, and up the alley to the church.
Past that , pass the Grimms shop, wit a strange lantern in it's ahop window today.
dolores at the bus stop, she seems cheerful tody.
Check the time on the illuminated electronic timetable.
The bus is due in six minutes.
 Check the small change in the wallet and take out the sum needed for the bus fare.

16. June two thousand and sixteen.

At the railway station greet the man with the pigtail, just finishing his cigarette. 

The man in the cafe, well, he does his job.

Morose; sit in the cafe, look at the television, football folk analysis.
This is better than selling items that may be handy, but are not necessary.

• As the passengers leave the Rosenheim train, go do the stairs to the passage beneath the railway tracks.

There is quite a crowd 0 ~, a number of policemen trundling into work.

The Train is late in today, and there are fewer people using it than yesterday.
A goods train loaded with trucks passed by very slowly, on its way to a destination south of the alps.

After the Train has left landshut, there is a view of a field covered in poppies and daisies.
It is wasteland, wasteland most beautiful, more beautiful than the surrounding well kept cultivations, those horridly commercial monocultural plans of cash-

plains of cash crops..

And the weather continues grey-

Feel aged i

The cat comes in from the balcony after the shower, and the teeth washing.

She seems to have recovered from her operation, and is now quite active again.

Put in different shoes today, the other ones were soaked in the rain yesterday, on the way home, in the evening.

The streets are wet, and today is the day on which the town employees collect the yellow bags.

These bags are filled with plastic waste only.

Used packaging it is.

Walk to the has stop, say good morning to dolores, and take the bus to the station.

The man with the pigtail is smoking his cigarette in front of the station building.

And Hedgehog is just leaning that same building, dressed in a brand-men workmens overall.

A brilliant Hue overall.

The people at formass cafes have decided to clean all their coffee makers at the same time, so everybody who wants coffee just has to wait.

The first half of the Munich train is to be seen now, as it moves into the sixth platform.

Untill the view is blocked by the Rosenheim train coming in in the opposite direction on platform number one.

wait another short while, and then leave for the platform Rheumatism , ageing, or maybe it is just a sore back.

Feel aged i.

Try to sleep a bit in the Train, try to rest.

The details of the morning are escaping, unfixed.

14.Jm-2016

Alter the mornings shower, in the hallway, the freshly

operated cat passes by. The poor animal, certainly it

does not understand what is going on.

gather the glasses, the mobile phone and the

wallet. Put on the jacket and leave the house by the

dusty stairwell. This is the same story as every

working day.

The alley is deserted, but for a large yellow

dumpster that the neighbours have set up in

front of the door. There will always be work

with these old houses.

Stop in the middle of the main street for a short

while. There are sun shading umbrellas in front of all the

cafe's in the street, they are furled now. There are

so many cafes, where do they get their customers from?

Never mind, at this hour there is no one there. Just this

pedestrian zone in it's early sunlight.

In the distance, see dolores picking her way through

the arch of the town gate. Say hello at the bus stop, she nods

The river is fast and full still, all that water from

the Alps and the  lower hills. The water looks green

in this light.

On the bus Dolores is sniffing at a small flower,

blue-colored. Maybe clover. She has her sad face on

today, much as on most days.

The details of the morning are escaping, unfixed.

There is little telling here.

The man with the pigtail, not smoking today, just walking into the station.

And the cafe is in chaos again.

symetry

Monday June <016

Take the mobile telephone into the bathroom, it is going to ring in a few minutes.

Except for the fact that it does not ring, but will play a seaside melody in five minutes.

soap the face, shave. The hair of the weekend needs to be removed. 

And then the sound of the seaside melody.

Off. 

shower. 

And was wash the grey hair., under the shower.

The warm water is nice on the sore back.

gather clothes and all the appliances needed for the day,

* and hear the cat purr. She has managed to climb up on top of the wardrobe, hard to find. 

But the purring noise is a giveaway. 

Leave the house.

There is a police car in the street, taking a short cut to the police station. 

Or else they had business in the town centre..

There are no other people on the street. 

Other than at the bus stop, Dolores all wrapped in coats and scarves

The day is not cold

There is a young man serving coffee today, he is quick at the job.

A large coffee, a lid, and into the waiting room cafe, not the sitting-down cafe, opposite the television, thereby opposite the man called hedgehog.

Drink the hot coffee through the hole in the lid, and when the Rosenheim train arrives on platform number one.

 Then out to the platforms number five and six.

The train is just coming in, and it is over full today.

Because of all the rain during the last few days, the landscape is a deep green, the landscape is in many shades of saturated green.

And the river just before Moosturg is the colour of milky tea.

no sun Sunday

Saturday night amusement on the television until early this morning. A string of series turned into a long account, a story which just goes on and on, well padded so as not to leave out any detail.
How to make a short story long.

and there are no events today
other than that the weather cannot decide on rain or sun.

A relaxing Sunday.
Listen to the rush of the rain outside

white

dim dumb silent morning

saturday, Saturday, dim peaceful even light in the window the grey of an overcast sky, the paint on the window frame grey, the reflection in the glass outside grey too.
the hiss in the head like 
white noise

Brillie timekeeper in the kitchen, tock tock every thirty seconds, a master clock sending signals for slaves long gone.

Coffee in the kitchen, the kitchen a mess, but who cares?
white hiss.

A sound in the grey crepuscular morning, now a vibration from a motor car in the alley, outside, anyways, silence again soon.

Saturday morning, a few hours of  this.
Six thirty nine now, that is the time.


And a first jet passes overhead, makes a noise like the coffee maker.
Holiday makers on their way. And a hawk cries from the church tower.

white hiss, it has been here so long the thought of being without it is almost frightening now.

The only place where it was not was in the depths of a cave in France. Strange!


six forty five now.

Portuguese, slow learner, there are so many lessons to master. Every day a little more.
Maybe enough to understand sometime, if not ever to really speak.
Music, listen, even if you cannot sing or play.
tocar 
ouca

branco
Braga

rinsing them of loose flotsam and jetsam

10 Time 2016

Quarter of an hour too early, awaken, having slept for a

long time.

Too much sleep is not an issue anymore. No problem.

Go back to sleep for that quarter of an hour.

open the bathroom door so that the glass on the veranda gets all steamed up

The wife is up and about, and so is the cat.

At half past five, leave the house into the bright daylight of the morning. But for a cyclist wearing a striped pullover the streets are completely bare.
The Friday market has moved to another part of town.

Dolores is at the bus stop, pigeons gathered around

her. Short greeting, The river is brown today, and very full of water, on account of the rains of the past days..

There are branches of trees floating down river, washed out of the riverside woods upstream. A river, brown the colour of tea with milk in it.

The teacher arrives, weaving shorts and a rucksack..

He goes to watch the river too, as the bus approaches, so do the office and shop people coming from the other direction, walking into work in the town.

The bus is at the railway station soon, and there is the man with the pig tail hair smoking his cigarette.

The women with the flowery tattoos on her lower arm is serving again. She is slow, now that she has only

one costumer. Still, the large cup of coffee is made with no mistake, and the mug is satisfactorily full.

The standup cafe is deserted, there is no ruddy-faced man called Hedgehog there, neither him nor his ruddy hairy mate.

................

long after the train has left Landshut behind-

shortly before Hoosburg, see that the rivers there are full and brown too, flooding their way

thorough the riverside forests, rinsing them of loose flotsam and jetsam...'

Outside, in the middle of the landscape, behind a hedge, there is a lone SUV parted behind a hedge. There

are no houses nearby, but several of those stands that hunters use to shoot from.
That SUV probably belongs to some hunter.
These are strange people, who get up early, and sit in a wooden stand, waiting, in order to shoot, hill, and then to

disembowel the grazing deer. They pay a fortune for this right, they need to apply for gun licences, and hunting licenses.

They sit there and wait, so that they may kill a mammal.

The deer are bred for their pleasure, the pleasure that they have in destroying life.

It is best that there desires and needs are expended upon animals. Who knows what they would d if they did not have this release.

These people who have pleasure in killing.

They even have the cheek to claim that they are doing the public a service, keeping down the wild animals.

single red spot of a poppy that has escaped Monsanto's pogrom

9 June 2076

Melody is too loud, fumble the telephone buttons flat until it Stops.

get up, bathroom, shower. All is well, the cat comes and butts its head against the hand reaching down to pat the feline poll.

All is not well today, collect the keys, the glasses and the wallet from the tiny mirror cabinet, a souvenir of France...

Pass on down the empty alley, pass the church. A solitary person is approaching from the distant square where they put up the Christmas Trees and the people walk their dogs.. She is wearing a red shirt and black shorts.

At the town gate there are many pigeons and small groups of ducks. Dolores is walking through the flock, they ignore her, remain on the ground picking the leavings from between the cobble stones.

There are brazen stones among the cobble stones reminding of those arrested, incarcerated, deported and killed seventy five years ago, for no reason other than that their religion was discriminated, "and it was felt that they did not belong. The stones have their names inscribed.

Dolores-good morning-. A happy, almost youthful smile as the greeting is returned.

The bus is delayed today, because a manoevering truck has blocked the road. Watch as it reverses, a man in orange starts to direct it.

Morning confusion.

The pigtailed smoker at the station. gives greetings,

and the tattooed women at Yorma's cafe is slow. Somehow incompetent.

But no accidental' chocolate em po' on top of the coffee today.

Hedgehog is talking to a man with his hair in a style from the seventies of the last century, and the bald- shaven man who works at former's start's to make jokes about something. Good humour at six in the morning.

and now, back to the train.

Driving through the livid green landscape which is vanishing into the fog, wondering what the day is going to produce.

It is grey and uncertain, the immediate future

- Among all the shades of green outside the window there is the crass single red spot of a poppy that has escaped Monsanto's pogrom. 

The one has nothing to do with the other.

8 JMRZOIG
8 June 2016

Shower in the morning, it is one way to wake up and start the

day. Brush the teeth, take off all the yellow grime of the night.

a lighter jacket today, it will be a warm day.

The street is empty, there are neither people nor cars,

and the door is jamming. May be wood swelling in warmer

weather, or maybe it has shrunk. Either way, the lock is

jamming now. Just a little.

The large woman from the discount bakery is late to

work, say good morning on the street. She is dressed

all in black.

The teacher, a regular man at the bus stop, is wearing shorts

today. He only looks like a teacher, he may be an office

worker, who knows.

The woman with the tatoos in the station cafe is

slow and confused today. One being asked for a

simple black coffee she delivers a uvwctumotwhh-concoction

covered in chocolate powder.

This is wrong.
Her tatoos are not tribal, but some flowery pattern.
The memory played tricks yesterday.

The weather is hot already, and the sun is glaring

down at the early risers on the platform.,

The train is empty Today, there are few people on their

way to work.

Today is a day that wil be depressing, despite the

good weather. The one has nothing to do with

the other.

known normality, forces of habit.

Return from oblivion, yesterday was a day of tiredness.
A personal return,  for spectators there was no parting.
A return from unconsciousness.

Get up, remove the night clothes, go to the bathroom, shower, brush the teeth.
Known normality, daily routines.

Train day today.
Again, as always.


It is bright and clear, a day at the beginning of June. The cat is singing in the corridor somewhere, the young cat's call for a tomcat, and there are none around.

Upon leaving the house, a young woman passes riding a bicycle. She is wearing her office clothes, fine clothing for the shop, maybe for the bank.
There is a young couple at the bus stop, they need there money changed. They have no small money for the bus driver. It may be assumed that the bus driver will have no change at this hour. The young man is wearing his hair tied up in a bun at the top of his head. A fashion.
in order so.

At the station, the smoker, his pigtail on the back of his head where it always is and has been.

The woman in the café is settling her display of comestibles before she continues with serving customers. All the sausages and the schnitzels and the sandwiches and the pretzels are placed in their order in the display. Then she is ready to serve her customers. Then, not earlier. Her arms are tatooed all over, the so-called tribal tatoos in blues and greens permanently injected into her skin.

By the time these nortes are really set up and started, the Rosenheim train is already in the station.
And the train is at the platform. Creeping along at a walking pace, followed by a group of passengers, in a hurry to board, be the first on board, be important.
Be opposite the carriage door when the train halts.

Wait on the opposite side of the platform, there are seats enough for everybody, and more. Wait watch and wonder.


It is a clear day, the sun is blazing down from the sky.  Time is moving on towards the summer solstice in the middle of June and the nights are shortest now.

There is not a cloud in the sky.

On board the train there is a young man in a cyanic blue-green hoodie wearing insectoid sun glasses, his ears enclosed by black headphones with a silver trim. An alien would look the same.

And by this time. Moosburg has been left behind, and many passengers are preparing to leave the train at Freising


All disembark on the right sind, when regarding the trains motion.

Up like a shot

6 ju 2016

Up like a shot, a strange loud noise in the bedroom, an alarm

of some sort, from the computer. Ask the wife... what? Both fall back

to sleep.

The seaside weekly at five, shower, shave, brushdateeth -Feel

better today, do not how why.

Clothes and shoes, bag and glasses, out the door into the

street now empty and bereft at the building site. All of the 

pipes have been laid. The alley has no cars parked in it,

and looks well.

In front at the discount bakery a filthy pigeon picks at

an abandoned pizza, others strut and flutter everywhere

It is foggy, the hotel on the other side of the river is invisible.

The river is full, on account of all the rain recently.

The bus driver wears a pair of sunglasses that made him look

like an insect, blue mirrored glasses fitted tightly to his face.

He has long hair, and he talks a lot. "Too much".

-

the smoker is at his square, smoking his cigarette. In the

cofi the girl with the Basedow eyes is serving her

customers slowly. It is hard to tell why, she is just slow.

Rudilly faead hedgehog man is at his place, as usual.

His hair is not short and spiky anymore, he does not

look like a hedgehog now. Still, the name will stick.

Whilst descending the granite stairs, see the Rosenheim

train approach. It seem a constant, always, never

late, never too early.

And then on the platform with the number five, the usual view

dissolved by grey fog. The part of the Train

arriving from Passau approaches the platform. at

a very slow pace, as always. It will couple with the

waiting part of the train, waiting in the station. Both

parts will then go on to Munich, loaded with

commuters on their way to offices in the big city.

into the turmoil

.

And outside the train, the fog rises with the sun, and 

the whole train moves through the pristine German landscape,

no spot upon it, all the houses immaculate.

Desolate.

Hiss in the right temple, pain in the left one

Rainy grey day, the head is still solid with the cold, a whistling and hissing in the head and the throat is sore.

Otherwise everything is fine, get up and the back is so sore that it is hard to walk.

But let it be.

It is possible.

The cat is on the bed, the animal is bored. Purring like a machine.

It is late in the morning, and it is dark on account of the heavy rain clouds. There is a constant sound of drips on the window ledges, And the ringing of Sunday bells, at three minutes to eight.

The clothes are still clean from yesterday, And the son is at his computers, he has set up an old apple from the eighties.

This is the last day of the weekend

Hiss in the right temple, pain in the left one.

And look at the back of the chairs all with their Wiener geflecht, a regular pattern of painstaking work.

The piano with its many keys and the round stool before it.

And in the corner the black plastic television set with all it's attachments. An amusement centre, held as discreet as is possible behind the door,

It is a big room, our families good fortune.

And no others misfortune at all.

Walking is easier now that the back has warmed up, never stay too long in bed.

easy. quiet Sat

Stretch the old bones, let the mind unfold. 

Let the light in, grey light, no sunshine.

Lie on the right hand side, pull up the knees.

Below  the knee both legs are in the air now.

Drop the knees to the ground, it is a low bed.

And push the torso vertical, sitting on the bedside now, looking out of the window, see the hops growing, hops are decoration only, they start afresh every year on their climb up the wires.

They look nice now, Sisyphus plants.

Get up, steady now, to the bathroom, the orchid is still alive, needs watering. 

Later.

Urgent business first, then decide, the luxury of this Saturday, to make the coffee first.

A morning to be spent in the clothes that had been slept in.

The cat is welcoming, she thinks that she is due to be fed.

No way, let the others be feeders.

Beans, grinder, coffee grounds,

Bialetti, empty, fill with water, fill with coffee, assemble,

put on the gas flame.

Meanwhile, get the silver apple, take it to the sitting room table,open it, start the machine, good morning faithful readers, only one, USA, not Portugal, and write these notes.

And when the coffee is ready, write on.

Listen to the cat, it is eating the remainders of yesterdays cat food, and that is good.

Hear the son rise, and move directly to his machines, to talk with his friends

An easy. quiet Saturday morning.

And leave the town via the tunnel, in a small blue car.

morning sounds, the wife is up. And the telephone sings out its melody, loudly today. Get up, bathroom, shower, hair wash teeth brush.
All done, back to the bedroom.
Look in the mirror on the way.
Way to fat.
ugh.

Get dressed, same clothing as yesterday. It is Friday today, and the weather looks good, despite the forecast.

The cat is on the bed, and upon being petted, grabs the petting hand with its front legs and starts to bite. And then with both rear claws commences to scratch the hand.
Cats are largely instinct driven, probably more so than humans.
Anyway, it hurts.

Well Bertie pill, it is supposed to do good, to ease the pain of being, the sense of permanent exhaustion.
It does not seem to work. But take it in anyway.

And leave the house after checking the man in the mirror.
He is still overweight.
Could be worse, should be better.

And walk up the now newly cobbled street, pass the site where the street is being newly styled, an attempt to upgrade the town, up the tiny alley.

The policewoman is cycling down the street, change of shift for her.

And leave the town via the tunnel, in a small blue car.

a better figure

Grey dense unsharp vision, pain in the head tinnitus.

Good morning, world.
there has been no sound yet, no , get up anyhow.
Bathroom, and then brush the teeth free of their accrued sleep. All is black witchcraft, the head is a ball of fuzz now, the ear a constant white hiss. Bedroom, it is too early, lie down again.
Wait. The alarm will sound in quarter of an hour.

Good morning, awful
Grey dense, unsharp vision, tinnitus, pain in the head.
There is sound now, and turn off the alarm.
Bathroom, and then take a shower, warm, and shave the hairs that have dared sprout out of their follicles overnight
Off.

Find clothing, photos in the research plant today, put on some clean trousers.
Take the psycho pill, stop the soul and the mind going unpredictable. This had been forgotten yesterday.

Next week back to the train, leave the car at home then.
For the wife and the son.

But today, out into the street, and there is the car, parked opposite to the police station.
Policewomen arriving on bicycles, change of shift.
Drive around the corner of the policestation, there are the policemen arriving in cars, change of shift.

The young policewomen make a better figure

cloudy damp sky, and the head in a similar state

muffled, quiet, the melody from the mobile wakes from sleep.
Pick up the telephone, turn it off.
The cat is in the corridor, in front of the flat's door.
Let her in.
Purr p

Hot shower, shave, teeth brushed.
car day today, they are rebuilding the railway, there is no sense in using the train unless this really needs to  be.

Get dressed, ready for the day, take the 'phone, important for learning Portuguese.
Babbel.
Every day a bit more, untill the structures are clear. The wallet, and pet the cat goodbye.
Leave the house, they are filling the holes in the road again, cobbling the surface nicely.
It is half past five, the building site is deserted now.
The car is opposite the police, get in and drive.


Another work day, cloudy damp sky, and the head in a similar state