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.