20 outubro
Look at the hallway clock. It shows five thirty one. St. Martin's bells sound twice, now go down the stairs, leave the house. The lock on the front door needs to be repaired again. it does not move smoothly., the door needs to be closed with force.
The dark alley is deserted, but for the approaching figure of a tall young woman, wearing flat shoes and a cape. she approaches and passes on, on her way to the police station at the end of the alley. Maybe. she is with the police, s policewoman- Now to the left the illuminated side entrance to saint Martin's church, the side entrance with all the little figures of saints around it. All in grey stone and paint.
The bakery is still closed, maybe the people are late, or maybe it is past a few minutes too early. Dolores is at the bus stop, good morning. A polite smile, greeting.
There are two joggers on the bridge, running painfully slowly. They pass the bus stop just as the bus arrives-Two friends who have decided to get back into shape. Perhaps they will be there tomorrow, helping up their good resolution.
The details of the mornings journey have a reduced significance today, things are not so important. The smoker with the pigail is there in front of the railway station, he says good morning in German, and the girl with the Indian name and features is at work in the cafe.
Order a small coffee today, by mistake. But it does not matter anyway . See the news on the television, watch Donald Trump make a fool of himself. An american dictator, what madness in the self styled land of the free.
Mount the granite stairs to the railway platform at six, just as the train creeps in, so slowly. It couples with the waiting vehicle, and the doors open
People get out. get in, find a seat.
with a table. Write these notes.
Look at the hallway clock. It shows five thirty one. St. Martin's bells sound twice, now go down the stairs, leave the house. The lock on the front door needs to be repaired again. it does not move smoothly., the door needs to be closed with force.
The dark alley is deserted, but for the approaching figure of a tall young woman, wearing flat shoes and a cape. she approaches and passes on, on her way to the police station at the end of the alley. Maybe. she is with the police, s policewoman- Now to the left the illuminated side entrance to saint Martin's church, the side entrance with all the little figures of saints around it. All in grey stone and paint.
The bakery is still closed, maybe the people are late, or maybe it is past a few minutes too early. Dolores is at the bus stop, good morning. A polite smile, greeting.
There are two joggers on the bridge, running painfully slowly. They pass the bus stop just as the bus arrives-Two friends who have decided to get back into shape. Perhaps they will be there tomorrow, helping up their good resolution.
The details of the mornings journey have a reduced significance today, things are not so important. The smoker with the pigail is there in front of the railway station, he says good morning in German, and the girl with the Indian name and features is at work in the cafe.
Order a small coffee today, by mistake. But it does not matter anyway . See the news on the television, watch Donald Trump make a fool of himself. An american dictator, what madness in the self styled land of the free.
Mount the granite stairs to the railway platform at six, just as the train creeps in, so slowly. It couples with the waiting vehicle, and the doors open
People get out. get in, find a seat.
with a table. Write these notes.
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