As always.
22 Sept 2016
Early, before the alarm sounds, and wash, shave and
shower.
Find clothing on the shelf, and let the cat in from the
corridor.
So tired today.
The streets are dry, and on the way pass a taxi waiting
The streets are empty, otherwise
There are the usual people at the bus stop. The bog-cotton
man, Dolores, and then the Teachermamm. He is probably not a teacher at all, but some sort of civil servant or a municipal employee.
Pay the bus driver, sit down nearby that woman at the back of the bus with her makeup again- young woman with the Rasta hairdo is there. Then at the station, return the smokers greeting, and
climb the five granite steps to the railway stations
main entrance.
Walk through the hallway to the cafe,
buy a cüp of coffee, large, black. The indian
woman gives the change, and, whilst waiting for
The coffee to' he made, the girl from the bus, the one
with the dreadlocks hair, orders two pretzels and a gas lighter. she has a very sweet childish voice, and her lips are pierced with silver rings.
Take the coffee to a small round table.
At the usual
At the usual
table the usual space
is occupied by two young men dressed for the October festivities in Munich.
They are wearing leather shorts and tartan -like shirts,
is occupied by two young men dressed for the October festivities in Munich.
They are wearing leather shorts and tartan -like shirts,
with enormously carefully groomed hair.
Leave for platform six.
An announcement on the loudspeakers says that the train will be five minutes late
Leave for platform six.
An announcement on the loudspeakers says that the train will be five minutes late
The Rosenhem train comes into the station, clattering over the tracks with its diesel motor roaring.
It is late.
Watch and wait.
It is late.
Watch and wait.
After a while, the Rosenheim train leaves again,
rattling over it's tracks.
And when the Munich train does come in, it is much shorter than usual. There is a rush down the platform, chasing the train.
It is thursday, as good a day as any for things to
go wrong.
An announcement as the train finally moves out
informs that, due to an accident the previous night, half of the train had to remain in a town called Platting.
It was confiscated by the district attorney.
It was confiscated by the district attorney.
By the time the train passes Moosbary it is first light, and the ticket collector turned announcer repeats his message,
and adds that further delays will he likely, due
to defective level crossings en route.
This is a bad start for this Thursday.
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