jeering sound of a hawk

Cat calls.
Leave the house on Martin's bells.
There is no knowing as to why the cat called.

Maybe it was locked out on the

balcony.

It is raining.
Cloudy.

Not raining hard, not even hard enough for the umbrella.
The hair is still damp from the shower, anyway.

.

The street is empty, the friday market has moved to another venue.

Listen to the jeering sound of a hawk, at the church tower.

There is no one at the bus stop, there are not even ducks on the wall to the river.

Exact change for the bus driver today, a fifty cent piece and three twentys.

Look at the noticeboard at the station, see that the train will be delayed for about

five minutes.
so.
take the coffee and write the first part of

this story in front of the near-silent television.

They are showing a film about an aircraft crash today 'The news ticker has news of bombs in the far East.

On the platform in the grey light, the sunlight

completely diffused by the low clouds, the pavement on the platform wet.

A young women with the most beautiful red hair gets into the Passau train.

she is studying her mobile telephone.

The crowd of Munich office workers is

on the platform as well.

But the Train is not in yet.
An announcement spoken over the loudspeakers informs that the train will be five minutes late

;

So what.

In Moosburg, a few people wait on the platform.
Monday is a holiday, there are fewer people at work today.

It is holiday season again.

The lights inside the train are a miserable yellow-

green, the landscape outside blue and grey.
, green

-and brown.