Sitting in the hallway, waiting for the ringing of the church bells, the bells for half past the hour.
Sit on the bench and wait, the automatic timed hall light switch turns the light off.
Sit on the bench and wait, in the dark.
Wait those five minutes, smelling the smell of dampness rising from the cellar.
There is the sound of cyclists passing outside, the tyres on the cobbled pavements making their typical noise.
Bell in the Martin's tower sounds twice.
Get up, and leave the house, close ing the door carefully, AVOID NOISE.
Walk along the dry street, stay on the cobbled surface, not on the one with the flat red brick surfacing.
It is dark , and the sky is cloudy.
Good Morning to the woman who runs the discount bakery in Theater Street, returning her "Morgen".
Under the arch, where the town gates used to be.
The river is roaring loudly today, it is still transporting all the extra water from the Alps. On its way to the Danube, a junction at Dingolfing and on all the way to the Black Sea.
Board the bus, have the exact change ready.
At the station, greet the pigtail man with his cigarette, standing ther inside the yellow paint bordered square, a yellow box on the pavement.
The cafe is deserted. One serving girl in her blue shirt, arranging the cigarettes. One large coffee, and stand in the waiting room at one of those tall tables, watching television.
Some film about submarines.
On the way to the platform, there is the sudden sound of a heavy downpour of rain clattering on the station's glass and tin roof. See the sheets of rain falling upon the tracks, and soaking all of the rolling stock in the station.
A spectacular, impressing shower.
Down the steps, and along the tunnel. There is a large puddle of yellow liquid at the entrance to the stairwell.
The stairwell to Platform 6.
A smell of dog.
Canine incontinence. Dogs are allowed in public transport, and dogs will be dogs.
The train now passes through a deep green dimly lit landscape, freshly drenched by what now looks like a sudden change in the weather, not just a passing shower.
The train is peaceful, people are talking quietly. A man in a seat opposite has an eye cover on, to aid his sleeping. It's colour matches that of his trousers, a curious co-incidence. Ori is the man so dress conscious? Probably not. Brown shoes , blue tie, white pinstriped shirt, blue pinstripes.
Asleep and snoring behind his eye shade.
Sit on the bench and wait, the automatic timed hall light switch turns the light off.
Sit on the bench and wait, in the dark.
Wait those five minutes, smelling the smell of dampness rising from the cellar.
There is the sound of cyclists passing outside, the tyres on the cobbled pavements making their typical noise.
Bell in the Martin's tower sounds twice.
Get up, and leave the house, close ing the door carefully, AVOID NOISE.
Walk along the dry street, stay on the cobbled surface, not on the one with the flat red brick surfacing.
It is dark , and the sky is cloudy.
Good Morning to the woman who runs the discount bakery in Theater Street, returning her "Morgen".
Under the arch, where the town gates used to be.
The river is roaring loudly today, it is still transporting all the extra water from the Alps. On its way to the Danube, a junction at Dingolfing and on all the way to the Black Sea.
Board the bus, have the exact change ready.
At the station, greet the pigtail man with his cigarette, standing ther inside the yellow paint bordered square, a yellow box on the pavement.
The cafe is deserted. One serving girl in her blue shirt, arranging the cigarettes. One large coffee, and stand in the waiting room at one of those tall tables, watching television.
Some film about submarines.
On the way to the platform, there is the sudden sound of a heavy downpour of rain clattering on the station's glass and tin roof. See the sheets of rain falling upon the tracks, and soaking all of the rolling stock in the station.
A spectacular, impressing shower.
Down the steps, and along the tunnel. There is a large puddle of yellow liquid at the entrance to the stairwell.
The stairwell to Platform 6.
A smell of dog.
Canine incontinence. Dogs are allowed in public transport, and dogs will be dogs.
The train now passes through a deep green dimly lit landscape, freshly drenched by what now looks like a sudden change in the weather, not just a passing shower.
The train is peaceful, people are talking quietly. A man in a seat opposite has an eye cover on, to aid his sleeping. It's colour matches that of his trousers, a curious co-incidence. Ori is the man so dress conscious? Probably not. Brown shoes , blue tie, white pinstriped shirt, blue pinstripes.
Asleep and snoring behind his eye shade.
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