smashed bottle

13. September 2016

A heavy mumble sounds through the open window-the

first aircraft flying in to Munich pass overhead, two of them.

It is half past four, then a quarter to five. Bells!

The alarm at five, the seaside melody from the mobile 'phone

get up out of bed, take the night clothes off, and go to the

bathroom-

shower.

Back to the bedroom, a charge of underwear, and a fresh

shirt.

And then sit down and wait for the five minutes to pass.

The cat comes, looking for attention. Put her on the knees, scratch her head.. Wait.

The alley is dark, the lanterns create pools of light around about their wall supports, it is all sombre.

There are waste bins out on the pavement, a huge pile of

cartons outside the clothing store.

Dolores is in the bus shelter, she is older and more

haggard than ever.

Good morning Dolores.

In front of the station somebody has smashed a beer bottle on the steps. There are shards of brown glass everywhere

There are men standing about, a few of them wobbling

slightly, due to the influence of the alcohol that they have

imbued and are now exburfing
 It is now a quarter to six in the morning.

The girl at Yormus $erves a coffee, she seems more

friendly today, perhaps because there is not so much to do.

And the man called hedgehog is at his place under the

broken television.

This  showing a film of what appears to be somebody dropping a car from a helicopter

A hiss of air brakes outside, from platform No1,

and the Rosenheim train arrives.

It is time to go to platform No 6 and to

get the train to Freising.