Thursday, 6 October 2016

glue and wax

'October, 2016, 6 Thursday
The shower enclosure has started to fall apart again, the sliding door mechanism is failing. It is possible to have a shlower bath without soaking the floor, but care is needed.
Early today, still, there is no hunt in leaving the house early.
So wait. So what.
In the alley it is dark, cold, and it is raining. Unfurl the umbrella, and walk over the glistening pavements to the bus stop by the river, opposite the old theater. Dolores is there, knitted cap on head. good Morning. The teacher arrives, perhaps he is just a civil employee. There is no way to definitely know other than to ask him. And that would be strange.
In front of the station, Two men smoking at the ashtray. One is the man with the pigtail: another friendly greeting. These are people seen every day, they are people who are seen but not known..
The girl with the Indian face, and her Indian name on her nametag, serves coffee, and cakes to those who won them.
Sleepiness, warm coffee and humid air in the cafe There are pictures of warring tanks on the television, the technical fascination of war being explained by experts, the vast horrors of seventy years ago.
The coffee is bitter today, more bitter than usual. There is a taste of paper cup from the paper cup, glue and wax.
The tunnel under the railway lines is long;
and it has tiled walls. There are four exits on either side, stairs with granite steps leading to the platforms.
And the train to Munich is on platform six. It creeps into the station slowly, and then stops for a few seconds, and then starts again. It wetesgorward. and in the distance, a crunching noise. Its stopped now, and a few seconds more and the doors open. A few people leave, and these who have been following the train down the platform may board now.
There are plenty of seats for every-body, and as the train leaves the station the train in the opposite direction, on the other side of the platform, the train to Passau, is just coming in.
'It is dark today, and the journey has no sense of distance.

Only time.  

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