"Mitshoko" she calls.

8 September 2016 snores and purrs in the dark
It is early, there are three bells, the sound throngs in through the open window by, open for the fresh air.
get up, wash, shave Everything is too early today.
So sit on the chair and wait.
The cat is.
in the hallway now, sitting, waiting at the base of the stairs.
It turns, and runs off into the yard.
On the way to the bus stop, the woman unlocking the discount bakery gives a loud greeting.
All the other shops will remain lifeless untill eight in the morning.
Even a discount bakery needs to prepare it's wares in the hot air ovens at the lack of the shop.
The shoe shop named sutor, opposite, is grim and dark.
at the bus stop there is a young woman sitting in the bus shelter, all fashionable, sneakers and handbag.
Also the bog cotton man is their, his white hair waving in the air like that plant that grows on the hills in Ireland.
Last seen between Kippure and gleann da locha.
The bog cotton man smells strongly of state.
cigarette smoke.
He commences to extinguish his cigarette in the waste paper basket attached to the bus stop's supporting pole.
The teacher man turns up too, dressed gaudy as always, overweight and with a small rucksack.
And all board the bus.
Teachermam gtts off two stops later, everyone else continues onto the station.
There, a small congregation of smoking men and women surround the large ashtray in the yellow square painted on the pavement.

Good morning to the one with the pigtail, and on to the café. The young girl of Indian descent is placidly serving all the customers, one after the next. Things runs smoothly.
A woman turns up in what looks like her old wedding dress, she a latter-yeared teenager with bleached short hair, and orders a cappocino coffee.
"Mitshoko" she calls. That means - with chocolate powder sprinkled over the white foam in the paper cup.
Look away, do not wish to be seen gawping rudely. Still, the drink looks like effluent soap suds under a waste pipe.



to the belated train on the platform No.
6.
A journey through dark fog, to Freising-