sit

lie in bed, sunday, Sunday.

Bells, the rain in the night, now past.
Grey light from a clouded  sky

Bells from the churches, longer, more insistent today.


Stay in bed, stay at home.

The son is up, breakfast.

News of the Turks, they will demonstrate in Cologne.

Doughnuts fro breakfast

Fatty and sugary.
The cat surveys the proceedings in the street
from the open window.


thats it

happiness disturbed

five, still dark. No noises, no melodies, just awake.
Brush the teeth, something to do.
Five, the shortest days are past.
five, take the computer into the living room, facing the street.

Open the small windows,let the dark fresh air in.
Sit down, read news, play games.

unhappy.

Sounds from the alley, excited voices, young people.
Chattering, laughing happy
Not an unpleasant sound, the sounds of parting after a good night out.

Not the frequent carousing and shouting of the drunks.
Just excited youth.

Look out into the street, the head out of the window.

They apologise for their noise.
They are disturbed in their happiness.

And leave the insomniac feeling sorry.

a small family, all in black, and scarves.

July 29, 5:51

Sound diffused by the bag it was left in last night, the mobile 'phone makes some morning music, that irritating but useful alarm function. Find the gadget in the depths of the bag and silence it:

Shower, shave, light clothing for what will he a hot day, perhaps..

The cat runs through the flat, and out onto the balcony. with expressing the greatest of haste.

Leave the house, out into the Church Lane, all the electric lanterns a serving as street lighting are still lit.

Upon reaching the end of the street and turning into the church square, they all go out. It is just bright enough now. An automatic system

There is a broken beer battle on the pavement in front of the clothing shop. The shattered remains are held together just the paper label, and there is a wet stain all around it.

Dolores at the bus stop, looking dolour full again. Good Morning.

There are gulls on the wall between river and pathway, squabbling, fighting for space, screaming. Small ones, white, with a bit of black.

Teacher arrives, and then the bus approaches. A small group of people, four young women and a man, arrive at the same time.-They are just passing by on their way into the town. A cyclist completes the picture, and suddenly, there is a busy, acrowded, a stressfull type of stmospher, with everybody trying to use the narrow path. at once, all squeezing through between the bus and The bushes at the side of the road, trying to board the bus, trying to get past, traffic jam.

The pigtailed smoker is wearing blue shorts today, and he is strolling around the open space in front of the station, looking at billboards.

In the station cafe the young girl with the indian name on her tag, is serving, she is still nervous. There are only two customers, so it does not matter.

Go to the wrong platform by mistake, there is only a local slow train there.

Meet a group of fugitives, there;  a small family, all in black, and scarves.

They are looking for the train to Munich too.

preparation for a distantly approaching winter.

July 282016

The warm water spray on the head, the back. Soap, rinse.

and out.

There are no towels. Wet, dripping, into the corridor,

to the glass  fronted cabinet. There, on the shelves, stacks

of towels.

There are boxes everywhere on the floor, trip over

them in the gloom.

After drying, back to the bedroom wardrobe, fresh

trousers, shirt, and all the rest. The cat comes into

the bathroom, it wants attention.

Put the umbrella into the bag, cannot find the wallet now. 

search.

It is on the dumbwaiter, beside the bed, and-0h it

has the keys beside it. Those would have been forgotten.

Leave the house, down the alley, past the church,

across the old town street, down the Theater street.

There is the woman who works in the discount bakery

and- Good Morning. and the young Turkish woman

is preparing the Döners for sale during the day. The

turkish fast food restaurant is right beside the discaount

bakery.

Dolores and the Teacher, at the bus stop. There is an

athletic elder gentleman in khaki shorts, shirt

and rucksack, also wearing boots, distrustfully consulting the bus timetable,

Then to the seat in front of the television, a film of a basketball star playing football.

Write, and wait for the Rosenheim train to come

into it's platform .
 It has a noisy diesel engine.

It is the sign to leave for, yes. Platform four again.

The Munich express is waiting, more empty than

usual.

And so ride through a mdddy-ruddy-illuminated

landscape of harvested fields and ripe grain,

fens and fields of maize.

The sun is barely up now, the days are shortening

again in preparation for a distantly approaching winter.

fogginess

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The sound from the telephone, the seaside happy sound, the sound that says that it is time to get up.

get up, move to the bathroom, wait for the wife, she is up so early today too.

Shower, shave, no, do not shave today. 

The system will not awaken today, Wednesday, up late looking at the television yesterday Tuesday.

leave the house, leave the alley it would be some nice to remain in the bed. Too bad.

Empty streets in grey morning light, yellow bags in front of the entrances to the houses along the alley, a huge pile of those bags in front of a department store on the corner. The bus stop, there is Dolores. good Mornings. And there is a man with a dog on the lead. The dog has a hopeful expression, a dog on a bad experience. It's tail is right between its legs.  Teacher is there too, who knows, maybe an official at the town hall who looks like a teacher.

Let them all on first, pay the driver.

The railway station, a cup of coffee in the waiting room, watching things and sports on the television, there are a lot of written messages. in Cyrillic, in Arabic These are signs that sat are not usual locally. Who can read them?

The Rosenheim train is late today, for the first time in, a long time. A matter of five minutes.

Most of the landscape has vanished into the fogginess to day, fog low on the rivers, grey light for a grey morning 

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sleep. Alarm. Shower. The hot shower scalds the left foot.

shaving soap washed off the face, the hair shampooed and

-all dear, all clear, new shirt pants and socks, then

-water-

one hell bell of saint Martins. The cat purrs as it enters the

room after climbing the stairs..

Blue waste bins in front of every building. Today is the

day for paper and card. Different days for different

waste. And today it is card and paper.

Dolores is walking very slowly towards the bus stop.

she seems wery tired, wearing slippers on her feet.

wish a good morning. There is a young woman out for

an early morning run along the river, very tall

very athletic looking. Teacher turns up too, dressed

in blue and yellow today..

At the station, there is the men with the pigtail,

wearing trousers that are cut off below the knees,

He was chatting to another smoker, but that man walked

away.

Coffee at Yomirs, There is a new service girl there,

she does not have a uniform yet, and is wearing

a black blazer over a white lace blouse.

But the other two girls are faster, it is all a question

of practice.

In the waiting room see the news of the Russian

doping business, and the international olympic

committees reaction to this-All reactions.

Drink coffee and wait for ten minutes. And leave the

building just as the Rosenheim Train arrives, it must

be six in the morning. It is.

Board the train on platform four.

And that is the start of the mourning's journey

through a foggy landscape of green and at yellow

fields, of grim and of maize. Foodstuffs. For people

and for animals.

And by half past six, the fog has risen, and the train

reaches Freising, the place to change to the local train,

the slow service.

seven on a Monday

bathroom, shower.

dentist day today, the fallen crown needs to be put back in.

the cat is attentive, rubs it's head on the legs.

It wants attention, it wants it's face stroked, first left then right.

Loud purr, small cat.

Collect all the items needed,

during the day today,

use the car today,

Make a small breakfast, a little coffee, a small slice of bread.

Listen to the sons alarm clock sound, a steady honking noise.

The cat jumps up and runs into his bedroom, wants attention 

The cat always wants attention

when it is not sleeping.

The day will be hot.

The days are getting shorter.

Still, the weather is bright.

There is the sound of motorscooters outside,

and people hurrying down the road.

On the way to work.

It is much later than usual on a weekday.

It has just gone seven

early sunday morning

awake for an hour now, sitting in the living room with it's weak central light yellow. Lighting the dim untidiness, the son's schoolbooks scattered on the floor.

There is a noise of revelry, then of screaming coming in through the window. It is all quite far away, there is no real position for it., no knowing where it is coming from. Police cars hurry past the window, driving fast without their sirens on. This is in order, it is three in the morning, who wants to wake up all of the town?

It is now four in the morning, there is no sleep, the bells of saint Martin's church outside sounding to themselves, for whom it may concern.

Just the sound of two men's talk echoing through the alley, an airconditioning appliance and that is it.

Dead silent night now.

And then the sound of drunk screaming in the distance.

whoopee!

The sound of more saturday night revelry echos through the street, people going home after a lively night out on the town
Hard voices, rough, slurred with drink. Giggling laughter from somewhere.
This is all to be heard in the silence of the night, early in the morning.

Four thirty.

oh

uppity early,
sick from yesterday
sad news, stupid youth with a deadly weapon.

No real explanation
madness.

The hiss is back and the streets are bare.
despair.

it is five again, awaken too early this weekend.
Oh.

It is Saturday, a day of rest and some respite.

three years, green trees on the way to work

22.July 20/6

Deep sleep ended by the sound of a tinkly melody. A melody that is hard to locate and not yet identified.

And then, yes it is the seaside melody, and it must he five. Get up, go to the bathroom.

Thought on whether the missing tooth should be dealt with today or next week. A fallen-out crown. Last night at dinner.

No, the dentist will have no time today

Shower, leave the house.There is a strange tight outside, looking up, see that the church tower has vanished into the

toot Hurry, late. And upon arrival at the bus stop, just in time for the bus. Just in Time. How casual. 

 Railway station, railway coffee, Served by a young girl

with fake lashes. There are only two behind the counter today. Take the coffee, put-a plastic lid on the paper cup, and go to the waiting room. 

There is the Television, showing faded jaded reality, first aid services at work.

Take a pen and write the date. It is the twenty-second of July..

This story is now three years old.

As the train passes the spot where the two rivers meet, the Isar and the Amper the rich greens reflect in the water, which has turned brown and slow moving. Dark green landscape, trees, watery painters landscape.

A plain grey foggy background, that would save the troublesome. painting of clouds.

The last day of the week, going to work in an almost empty train. 

And the moon has gone behind a cloud

21 July 2016 The light from the window is gradualy becoming dimmer, every morning.
The days are getting shorter again.
Hear the five ante meridiam bells belting out their clamour in the distance.
and then go on to do all the morning things, bathroom, shower, wash hair.
, wash the feet.

No Cat Today

A fresh shirt, and then sit and wait.
There is no cat to be seen or heard anywhere
0h well it was there last night There are five minutes to spare, read the fresh mail on the mobile telephone.
America is making * itself the laughing stock of the civilized world.



at the bus stop see that there is the full moon over the river, the river becoming more sluggish every day now.
The heavy rains have gone now, there is less watter flowing down from the mountains, The bus driver confuses the tickets, forgets to open doors.
Too bad.

The smoker with the pigtail is back, standing at his spot in front of the station.
There is a complete confusion at the café,  there is new staff there, slow, confused.
In the end there are three people within the cramped space behind the counter, all getting in each other's way.
So what?

Tote the coffee in it's paper cup and go to the small table opposite the television in the waiting room.
Start to write this account, for whom it may concern.

The platform from which the train will leave has been changed yet again, it will leave from Halton eight.
This is a low platform, it is necessary to crlaat up into the waiting railway carriage.
From this point of view it becomes clear that railway carriages are very tall, with huge metal wheels.
This is not always visible, or apparent.
It is a climb up into The train, clutching a laptop bag and a paper cup of coffee.
The carriage is quite empty.
And the moon has gone behind a cloud

will there be another poem from Portugal?

ust coming in to platform one

20th July 2016 stomeraa The seaside melody, Tumitoff.
Such a melody to interrupt sleep so early in the morning! Drink from the water bottle at the bedside, get up, go unto the hallway and continu through the glassed doors into the bathroom.
Shower and brush the teeth, electric toothbrush,.
normal hairbrush • And return to the bedroom to check for the days clothing.
White trousers and a green shirt with short sleeves.
The cat ↳ on the balcony among the flowers.
It comes into the house and rubs its back on chair legs and human's legs and whatever else is available.
Check the contents of the bags and the pockets and leave the house.
The same woman comes up the street as yesterday and the day before.
She is clothed differently every day,.
today a short black shirt and top.
The proprietor of the discount bakers shop is silent today, perhaps he has no-one to shout at.

Bus stop is bare of people, two runners pass, under the bridge.
They are running along the river.
They are both overweight and unfit.
The bus arrives, <ponto onibus> stand behind the man called teacher as he fumbles his payment for the driver.

money  is given, charge returned and a freshly printed ticket given.
There is a tall rather thin yomg african woman sitting there.
She stares for an instant and Then lowers her eyes, and turns away to look out of the windey.
It is early for her to be up and about, there are hardly any young people up at this hour.
.
There is no smoker at the station, there is a man with a dog in his place.
There is another man staring fiercely from the side of the stairway to the stated entrance.
He is leaning against the railings wearing a really mean expression.


Order coffee in the cafe, changeth the service, she is fast today.
The next person pays with large note, that takes more time.
Tote coffee in hand, freshly lidded, go.

the small  table opposite the television set.

This is showing reality TV pictures of a raid on a brothel by a pair of  blue-attired policemen.
Not very interesting.
The train is already waiting, on platform four.


So go a few seconds early, and there is the Rosenheim diesel, just coming in to platform one.

fog rising from the river

19 July 2016 five bells on the hour, bathroom time, new trousers and a fresh shirt.
There is no cat today.
The waste bin has to be placed in front of the house today ready for collection.
Walk through the streets.
The man running the discount bakery is screaming at his workers again, the space in front of the shop is covered in empty cardboard boxes, all scattered in a big messy heap on the pavement.
.
The bus stop is deserted, now, early in the morning.
.
It is very bright, the sky is cloudless.
check the contents at the wallet, see that the financial situation is in order for the  day.
The bus arrives early, and after having paid just sit down and wait with the bus.
It will not leave the stop before it is time, no earlier.
Because of this waiting a large MAREIS bakery truck cannot leave  the town centre.
The driver is impatient, he starts to make his motor roar.
The bus driver continues to block the exit from the town.
Untill it is time to move.

and later, there is the smoker in front of the railway station, smoking his cigarette.
.
Good morning, man with a pigtail .

Coffee, stand in queue.

On the television, Putin angry about sports, Erdogan wanting the death penalty.
Licence to kill.

Two men of similar appearance, and similar behaviour.


They have changed the platform, the train is waiting on platform number four today, and not on platform six as usual.
.
Today will be a hot day,

 There is fog rising from the river into the clear air, dissipating as it 'it is warmed by the sun-

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Up, shower, and put on the dull clothing for the day. The throat

is sore since yesterday.

Dolores is at the bus stop, short smile, and then

she lowers her head again.

The wier on the river is noisy, but the weather is warm. The sky is covered coherent with small clouds.

The smoker with his pigtail is on his position in front of the railway station. He is wearing a short sleeved shirt and three-quarter length trousers.

The café has a crowd at the counter, this is cleared up soon with the assistance of the bald shaven man. There is a woman who demands that her cappuccino type coffee drink he covered in cocoa powder. she demands this every day. The german sounds like "Mitch-o-KO". Powder spreadered from a silver topped shaker is sprinkled over the top of the milk froth..

It is important to that customer to get her drink with this service applied.

The cafe waiting room is empty, the television shows pictures of people digging for crystals in the alps, and also

people digging a large hole in the centre at a forest path.

It is hard to concentrate today, it is hard to write.

The small rivers all around Moostury are all brown and muddy, between the trees, or meandering across the fields. The larger rivers too.

but these are

flowing faster.

There is no concentration possible today,' the

tinnitus has turned from an amiss hiss to a steady whistle

ned in the wo

seven on Sunday, move.
peace in the house, absolutely quiet.
Apart from the ticking of clocks, they keep time moving.
And the sound of bells outside, driven by bigger clocks.
A quiet no no time a time of low concentration, fuzzy vision.
A time for an individual rate of progress.

The computer is blurred, with no glasses on it is becoming hard to read the type on those high resolution screeens.
The next thing will be a magnifier for laptops.
Technological doziness.

All is lit in an even grey from a cloudy Sunday sky

Alone in the untidy sitting room, all the surfaces covered with books and baubles.


and now see what has happened in the world

eight bells from Saint Martin's church

cool

long night after a long day, noises of rock concerts all over town, half of the night, news of turkish military failure, in the morning light.
white cloud overhead, french sorrow, news on the computer, send the people out to fight your fight for you, why should he care.

Streets outside silent in the morning,
saturday.
sleep on.

Five in the morning rising makes no sense today.

nurse the silly tinnitus
and make a cup of coffee with the other coffee grinder.
First grind then transfer and then put the water filled, coffee charged, bialetti container on the gas ring.
Press a button, and wait.

the day will be of use

Cool
The weather, not the feeling.

late concert last night

Seaside melody, in the morning, in the dark. After the late concert last night , sleep is deep.

The shower wakens the body, and all the things for this Friday are ready on time.
Sit and wait for the double tolling of Martin's bells for the half hour.
The cat, PRRUR, RUBS IT'S HEAD AGAINST THE LEGS.
CAT GOOD MORNING.
The cat would like food, but there is none.


A few pat's on the feline head will have to do.



Two bells toll, and now walking up the alley. A woman walks the other way, she is going to work early.

Dolores at the bus stop, the bus stop with it's shelter beside the roaring river. She is still wearing her head scarf.

The smoker is at the station, the coffee in the café.
Even the man called Hedgehog is at his place under the silent television set.


And this television has a message displayed across the lower part of the screen.
A news ticker.

Reports of terror in the south of France. In Nice.
Eighty deaths because of  one madman in a truck.

Horror in the name of religeon. Blind hatred on the one hand, perverse calculation on the other. Who understands those motives? Where is the gain, and for whom?


the train is in on time today.

and on leaving landshut it passes the little local Rosenheim train, which is also leaving Landshut.

The middle of July is very wet

Thursday, July fourteenth.
.

Rain outside, rain in the dark.
The clouds are so thick that they have obscured most of the morning light, so the only by the warmth is it to be recognised that it is almost mid July.
The melody from the mobile phone says when it is time to get up, shower and shave.
Today is the day when → the twenty fifth year on the job is to be celebrated.
Basically, go into the central office, listen to some story being told, get a lapel pin.
Fnish showering shaving, put on a grey coat after the better jacket.
The day will be a different Today, later on.
It is raining outside, the street lamps in the alley are not out yet. Everything is wet.
The small umbrella serves well

↳ The street lights go out as the town gates are left behind, walk on to the bus stop , and good morning  wishes to Dolores, wrapped in her coat and scarf.
The river, swollen, roaring from the flood gates, not entirely full yet, but with carrying more water than the power plant can use.
Water has already been diverted into the side arm, the surface of the river is rough It is the colour of tea with milk again.

Teacher arrives on a bicycle, complete with his hat.
Who  knows why he leaves his cycle at the town gates, to then take the bus for the next kilometre.
Why does he not use the bicycle for the whole journey?


 The cafe is damp and dim, the television is showing pictures of vintage cars, among them Wildo's first car, and then the news from great Britain with its new prime Minister.


Despite its roofing, the platform is wet and miserable.
The train comes in, those waiting for the doors to open follow it down the platform as it mches along to complete its coupling operation with the waiting front part of the train.

All the waiting commuters are:
In such a hurry to board the train, to make sure of seating for themselves.
.
.
leaving landshut the train moves out of the station at the same time, and at the same speed as the small train to Rosenheim.
It is to be seen outside the window for quite some time, travelling alongside, before it takes the side line and vanishes in the wet trees.
The landscape in the countryside is deep green under a grey sky, the rivers swollen and turgid as they pass through what are now swamps.

The middle of July is very wet

Wedizth July

Wedizth July

Rain outside, a downpour. The noise of the drops

clattering against the leaves of the plants in the yard,

splashing on the concrete, gurgling in their ultimate drain.

A nice sound, a pleasant noise.

.

and an hour later, the shower, shaving, and The search

for socks.

It is darker in the room today, the sky is occluded..

Take the little umbrella, leave the house behind. It is not

-raining nearly as hard as it was earlier.

In the middle of the night.

say hello to Dolores in the bus shelter, look at the

river. It is not swollen yet, but it is flowing very fast.

Maybe the floodgates have been opened.

The rain was expected.

Teacher arrives, wearing a wide rimmed hat. That is

practical.

He is a man who dresses carefully.

There is an unusually large crowd of people at the

railway cafe, the air is damp and the machinery is not functioning as it should be, titter, foamy milk everywhere. But the man with the

bald shaven head comes out of the kitchen to help, and-

all is well.

The television has its sound on Today,-that is most distracting. They are showing a reality-tv show whom police work; All silly and salacious details, all about night life, complaints, alcohol and drug abuse, and commercial sex.

All of thic distructs, it is silly, and it would he

better if the television were off.

The train is late at platform number six, and

the day is grey and dull dim.

And on the platform at Hcosburg, there is a crowd of people wearing rain clothes, ugly, damp, bedraggled. grey on a grey platform, under a grey sky.

The air in the carriage is damp, damp from all the

wet people.

and the landscape outside is damp and steamy too.

rained hard during the night

Tuesday July 12

Up on time, ahead of the bells, take the telephone into The

bathroom, wash and brush, shower.

Take a dance on the weather, it will remain hot today,

leave the jacket at home. It is barely raining at all upon

leaving the house, tiny spots of dampness on the pavement stay in the shelter of the bus shelter today. stay dry.

There is a small umbrella in the shoulder bag, in case it

rains. more heavily later. It had rained during the

night. it will win later on today.

Dolores at the bus stop, a handbag with a picture

of Marilyn Monroe on it, and some message in

English writing. Dolores has her headscarf today,

maybe on account of the rain.

Teacher arrives, gaudy, bright clothing. He is hoping

for sun too.

This account is started in the railway oafei, a

bright place with a long counter holding various

ready made rolls, waiting for their customers. There

is a small waiting room adjacent, with a television

mounted on the wall. It is sharing pictures of stelekms

being removed from a mass grave. The sound at the

television is off, leaving the guests in the waiting room

to guess at what is being said. It is hard to say which

part of the world these pictures are from, but the

pictures are disturbing, not the hingd of thing to hm

a morning coffee tabs with. still, there is no help for

it, ignore the television with it's news of Theresa Day

in England. •

continue to write this on board of the train, after

a short stay on the railway ptat form NQ 6, waiting for

the train to come in.

The railway carriage is empty, not full at all.

Take a seat, and write these notes ihedapw.

Watch other trains come in, and some leave, from

the other platforms. The small train to Hiihlokrt lean

again.

At last the train leaves, a deep green freshly water

bvdscape passing by outside. The sky is grey and

overcast, the small roads between the fields are

darkened with the damp.

Them Rivers are all full today, it must have riu

trend during the night.

Tuesday July 12

Up on time, ahead of the bells, take the telephone into The bathroom, wash and brush, shower.

Take a chance on the weather, it will remain hot today,

leave the jacket at home.
It is barely raining at all upon leaving the house, tiny spots of dampness on the pavement stay in the shelter of the bus shelter today. stay dry.

There is a small umbrella in the shoulder bag, in case it rains. more heavily later.
It had rained during the night. it will rain later on today.

Dolores at the bus stop, a handbag with a picture

of Marilyn Monroe on it, and some message in English writing. Dolores has her headscarf on today,

maybe on account of the rain.

Teacher arrives, gaudy, bright clothing. He is hoping for sun too.

This account started in the railway café, a bright place with a long counter holding various ready made rolls, waiting for their customers. There is a small waiting room adjacent, with a television mounted on the wall. It is showing pictures of skeletons

being removed from a mass grave. The sound of the television is off, leaving the guests in the waiting room to guess at what is being said. It is hard to say which part of the world these pictures are from, but the pictures are disturbing, not the kind of thing to enjoy a morning coffee with. Still, there is no help for it, ignore the television with it's news now of Theresa May in England. •

continue to write this on board of the train, after a short stay on the railway platform No6, waiting for

the train to come in.

The railway carriage is empty, not full at all.

Take a seat, and write these notes.

Watch other trains come in, and some leave, from

the other platforms. The small train to Mühldorg leaves again.

At last the train moves, a deep green freshly watered landscape passing by outside. The sky is grey and

overcast, the small roads between the fields are darkened with the damp.

The Rivers are all full today, it must have rained hard during the night.

No. 6, as always.

Little sleep, hear the bells outside sound.
Look at the clock, and see that it is only three thirty.
Way too early in the morning

Listen to the bells sound the half hour, the three quarters of the hour, the full hour.

It is four
Get up, read the news. Portugal has won a major football game.
European champions now.
Good for them.
Muito bom


And the back to bed and sleep.

The bells at five, the mobile 'phone.
Shower, shave and so forth. There is no shaving cream left now.







The alley is warm, even at five thirty in the morning.
Today will be a hot day.

Dolores laughing at the bus stop, insanely pleased with herself for some reason.
Good.

The smoker with the pigtail, in front of the station, suitcase at his feet.

The coffee service at Yormas, and look at all the happy red men on television.
The messages on the television in Portuguese. After six months learning the lanquage, they are making sense now. Not perfectly understood, but making sense.
Reason to continue.
Maybe in a years time. Braga, Lisboa, who knows.

The train from Rosenheim is in, time to go to the platform

No. 6, as always.

up night

up
night
dark and cool
in to the loo
the white orchid is still well
it is almost unreal
brush the strange taste away from the teeth.

Then decide to return to the computer, read and write.

There is the sound of bells in the darkened room.
Four bells of Saint Martins, then four tolls from saint Martin's big bells.
The sound of revelry, men shouting.
Now it is not revelry any more, voices raised in anger in the otherwise silent streets.
Sound of a motor car engine, running, up in the front, in the square by the church., more voices.

A man runs up the street dressed in sports clothes and a singlet. He has an unsteady gait. Starts to run, he has flip flops on,
Then he returns,a few minutes later, returns to the church. Still unsteady.
There is still shouting from the square, raised voices.

A police car drives up the road now, from the church, It is followed by a large police van.
All at walking pace.

Then another man comes down the road. Followe by the police card, ten metres after.
He is dressed in sports wear too.

The police car has the numbers 1971 on it's plates.

Then an obviously inebriated man comes up the street, bumping into every corner of the houses on the way,
He makes a yelping noise, and continues across the town.
he  goes on his way, back home
The noises increase, and then decrease.
A couple, man and woman go up the street, away from the church, away from the noise.
She is angry, shouting at the young man all of the time.

When they have gone there is the sound of a cat outside, calling loudly.
Look out, and the neighbour opposite looks out too.
He calls the cat, it crosses the road to the front door.
Waits
The lights go on opposite.
The cat is let in

The police patrol comes back down the road, very slowly.
There are sounds of drunk shouting in the street.
it is a quarter to five now.
Three bells from saint Martin's, three quarters of the hour.

The excitemwnt is over.

awaken again at nine

early early early,
hot and still asleep.
it is saturday, drift about in the mind, wander about the house, pick up the computer.

America has won again, in the news, five policemen ambushed.
two men murdered by policemen.
Irag, a mention at the end of the news.
the dead over twenty,
No comparison at all.
The distance must be the same.
The value of a life is the same.

News, and it is still all there, tinnitus, backache.
this is disgusting.

It is Saturday, the kitchen is a mess from yesterday's meal

go back to bed,
awaken again at nine

There is no reason to be glad, but why be sad?

8 July 2016

Scramble, scrambling sound as the cat comes in

through the open window. A head pat, a purr, and

then the cat goes on to check out the kitchen.

A friendly cat.

The front door to the house has been left open, the

corridor is full of bicycles, and a bench. This is

just stuff left around, scattered idly.

Flocks of pigeons at the town gate, Teacher man

there too. The sunlight on the river, reflected from the sky.

Impressions of time before the mind is entirely present. Is

this depression, or what? It is not raining. Chover-the

Portuguese verb for 'to rain! E sol! It is not raining.

Railway station'. The pig tailed smoker, smokes

in the morning. The girl with the many tatoos

serves the coffee. silent television, german coach with

serious face..

The Rosenheim train has arrived, it is blocking the view

of all the other platforms now. cup of coffee.

The tinnitus, right, is almost gone. Did it serve on

some kind of fours? All is confusion.

On the railway platform, a young woman of, at the

best, thirty, black shirt shoes, tights. Hair. And smiling . happy. simple clothing, fitting perfectly. But all black,

oh.

The train is called "Landau". It moves in slowly, the people queue to board, barely letting those arrivals disembark.

All on board, and the days journey begins..

There is no reason to be glad, but why be sad?

Alone in the cafe too, today.

It is ten years now that this train service has been the

dainty with to work. The trains, the landscape and

the passengers have all changed in that time.

7 July zoib

The tone from the telephone is explained away by tired dream.
to-day.

There is no wish to get up, so the mind tells the story of a radio in a waiting room, anything to whom the steep ↳ 8-Bit reason prevails, the device is not easy to switch off today.
"But with fumbling it becomes possible, and the inane melody ceases to play.
.
Bathroom and shower, a slow awakening today.
Collect all the items needed for the day, pet the purring cat, and leave the house.
The neighbour has his big Volvo car parked in front of the house, he 'probably has things that he wishes to load , or bags, or something.
Normally be leaves his car in a garage somewhere else.
Well, not today.
The bus stop is deserted, and when the bus comes in, the driver comes closer than he usually does.
This leads to an involuntary step back, away from the kerb.
The driver thinks that this is fanny, and makes a joke about it as he is taking the money for the ticket.
Alone in the cafe too, today.
A good morning from the black-haired girl today, and artery of space to stand in front of the silent television, showing an American crime series.
The train has a smell in it, a combination of perfume and intestinal disorder.
It is not clear what this is, but it is unpleasant.
A silly start to the day.
A quiet ten minute journey, writing at a plastic- covered table, the sunlight flickering in through the window, changing from green to a violent yellow, depending on the scenery outside.
The sun is bright and blazing today.
A noisy crowd of policemen board the train in Hoostury, joining a group that have been silent hitherto.
After leaving that station the train moves along its tracks through a countryside governed by rivers and canals, Oxbow lakes, and low pastures *
In case of floods, these will be submerged first, in an attempt to save the towns downriver from damage.
It is going to be another lonely day at the office, sitting alone with no.
one to talk to.
All day.  

grain, yellow, with wild lupins growing

6592017
 Cool morning.
It is light outside, now, still.
Very still, there is no bird song.
The summer solstice has passed, the nights will be getting longer.
Got up, for today is a work day, there is a great deal of work to be done today: Knowledge courtesy of all the emails yesterday, all those postal requests.
Go and shower, a short shave.
The hair short now after the haircut yesterday.
.
The young hairdresser did a good job, fast and precise.
.
gather the items needed for the day, watch, glasses, mobile telephone, the wallet and the bag with the notebook in it.
This notebook.
It is a yellow bag day today.
There are plastic refuse bags in front at every house in the streets.
All the way to the bus stop.
They will all have been collected by eight.
Dolores, wearing slippers on her feet today, otherwise all in black.
The teacher appears out of the bushes, just as the bus arrives That is surprising, where did he come from.
?

 get coffee in the railway station cafe, a large paper cup.
The television is showing some detective film, New York, many dead bodies in an office building.
.
But there is no sound.



The Rosenheim diesel train comes in to the platform directly outside the window of the cafe.
That train is always on time, and it's arrival we, that it is time to go to platform Number 6.
There are smokers on the platform, blowing their clouds into the morning sunlight.
The sun has risen just a short time ago, and its light is very yellow indeed, On the way to Hoostury Moosburg all the fields are lit from this low sun, all the green fcdlds, and the yellow fields.
There are no fields of wild flowers any more, is that the work of those chemical weedkillers, or was this always the case at this time of year?
 some fields have already been harvested.
, under a sky covered in small fluffy clouds,


but-and there field of grain, yellow, with wild lupins growing What happened there?

 It is ten years now that this train service has been the daily way to work.
The trains, the landscape and the passengers have all changed in that time.

Tomorrow is a day for work

tinnitus and backache, this sounds like a name for a law firm, or a firm of some brokers broking something. The wall has been painted with  a sizing agent, backbreaking.

leave the self pity and make some coffee.

.

Gruesome.

Brew some.

the son is rushing about, getting ready for school

The noises of the building site are to be heard from the open window, cutters of paving stones,the rumble of tons of the same stones being poured from trucks.

The whole main street is being re - paved.

Look into the computer.

The work list is growing steadily, 

No, these are two free days.

Do not work, do not answer.

Tomorrow is a day for work.

catch it snatch it scratch it and it stops

morning tiredness, it is still dark, it is four. lie there and think. The mobile telephone was left in the car, or was it elsewhere. It will play it's melody at five.
No work today, no need to get up early. Twenty five years on the job, a day off to celebrate. How nice.

The cat is underway, it is to be heard in the dark.



Awaken to the sound of the seaside melody. The 'phone is in a drawrer of the secretary - catch it snatch it scratch it and it stops.

listen later as the sons alarm raises him from his bed, get up.


Make coffee, and watch the son eat his breakfast before going to school. School holidays in August, July must be dealt with first.

Pack all the documents, and off to the city office. They want to talk about the house.

And the head whistles and the teeth are sore.
The day is bright, and the coffee tastes strange.

Nothing new, nothing exciting, no good news, no bad news.

and then-
another Irish wedding.

Sunday, nearly three years , have things changed?

three in the morning the sound of mail arriving.
somebody sent something.

then again and again and again.
Facebook addict.
Get up
turn off the mobiile tele
phone.
Turn on the computer
three in the morning.

True, a friend in america has put on some pictures.
Musical dinosaurs.
From the seventies.

Look at the news.
Italy lost against Germany.
Football, the most important thing for many.

it is now half pas three.
Go back to bed, stretch, feel the comfort of a warm bed.



Up at eight in the morning, Sunday.
Make the coffee, empty the pot of yesterdays grounds.
slice some bread for a short breakfast.

The coffee maker bubbles,
the coffee is made.

And the sun is out, the son is up.
read the news.
Listen to the cat complain,


Then it plays with a glass marble, chassing the  small thing all over the floor.

It is going to be a hot day.
Trivia.

The coffee is strangely bitter


there are things to be done today.

Sunday at home.

remnants

oh it is morning

and why go on why get up why bother
why
Saturday
There is no reason now, just tidying up the familys leavings.

No joy.

So now it is later in the morning
this must be written, that is the ony reason for this note.

Otherwise it would not have happened.


The last remnants of discipline

This is the day the week is reckoned up and accounted for.

first of July, 2016

cannot find the glasses today. so tired last night, left them on the bedside table.

Instead of the French cabinet.

Dolores comes out of a side street today, from an entirely different direction, different from yesterday.

May he she took an early morning walk. 

Teacher arrives later, all his clothing colourful, matched to his rucksack.

Dolores is wearing short leggings, bthe calves of her legs show signs of varicosis..

None of us gets younger with time.

The day is due to be hot today. so they say.

cup of coffee in the railway cafe, a large paper cup with a

plastic lid to prevent spills.

And wait for the train on the platform, wait untill it has

completed it's manoeuvres. 

And on the train, a group of sports cyclists of a more advanced age

are chatting. They are wearing uniform cyclists clothing, printed with texts identifying them as some kind of cyclist club. 

Their cycles are blocking the railway carriage's corridor. The men all look very fit.

Outside, the scenery passes, in the yellow light of the morning

sun, The grass on the fields partly mown, the crops partly brought in,

 This is the day the week is reckoned up and

accounted for.