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".

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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

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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.