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