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.
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.
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