disgrace

28 September 2096

Up early, and leave for the street. Walk past the brightly lit shopfront, it is empty but for those very bright LED-lamps. They illuminate the street all around the window more than the official street lamps do.

They have not been able to rent that shop for any length of time, perhaps the rent is too high,. Pass that pool of brightness, a monument to greed, and pass the stamp collectors shop too. It is run by a man called Engel, that is-Angel.

It is just a tiny bit later today, the woman in the discount

bakery is already hard at work arranging the furniture in her shop.

The bog cotton man, well-dressed, hair tied back, at a the bus stop smoking. Hello. Nod. Dolores; sitting in the shelter. Suter Morgen. Nod.

Relax and wait, look out over the river in the dark. There is a path along the top of the damm that blocks the sidestream of the river, allowing a small power plant to do it's thing.  

There is a coin telephone attached to the side of the bus shelter. This has a magenta-coloured light on top, as an advertisement for the Telekom company. The device appears to be still working, but is in a very dirty condition.
One very fat spider has spun its web before the pink plastic light, and is feeding on any flies that are attracted by this illumination. It is a good place for such a trap, and the spider is big and fat.

After the bus has arrived at the station, realise that there are very few people about. There are no smokers.
For a short while
in the café

the girl with the Indian looks has a break, just stands there, for an instant the tension and stress

fall from her face like a dropped veil.

and the television shows the horrific fantasys of muslim terrorists, in the name of their religion.
A disgrace to show this on the early morning television, children are up, and they will see this.
Whilst their parents are still asleep, or making breakfast.