Thursday
a night of rough sleep, wake up and straight into the bathroom, the shower. Out again, to the clothes laid out the evening before. check the money, the keys, the mobile phone, and the watch. All set. Half past.
The street is silent and empty. The empty shop opposite the ornate blue and white house has reduced the lighting in the window, it is now a dimly-lit emptiness, and not so glaringly brilliant anymore. Say 'guten Morgen to the woman in the discount bakery, she getting this ready for the day's sales is hard work. She just carries on working, she does not hear the greeting. Say 'good morning' to Dolores, the sad faced women with the head scarf. she is wrapped up against the cold, the cold that she feels. It is not cold. Not today.
Teachermann turns up, and wanders around waiting.
check the change, board the bus.
The station cafe is being taken care of by the young girl of apparently Indian background. She serves the coffee, large black and in a paper cup.
Hedgehog is there, also the man with the beer bottle, all the hair on his head a quarter of an inch long.
Leave as the small train from Rosenheim is just arriving at platform one, beside the cafe.
There are young women in black tights on the platform, a whole crowd.
Strange.
The man opposite in the train is talkative, chatty without end.
Nobody asked, but he talks anyway
a night of rough sleep, wake up and straight into the bathroom, the shower. Out again, to the clothes laid out the evening before. check the money, the keys, the mobile phone, and the watch. All set. Half past.
The street is silent and empty. The empty shop opposite the ornate blue and white house has reduced the lighting in the window, it is now a dimly-lit emptiness, and not so glaringly brilliant anymore. Say 'guten Morgen to the woman in the discount bakery, she getting this ready for the day's sales is hard work. She just carries on working, she does not hear the greeting. Say 'good morning' to Dolores, the sad faced women with the head scarf. she is wrapped up against the cold, the cold that she feels. It is not cold. Not today.
Teachermann turns up, and wanders around waiting.
check the change, board the bus.
The station cafe is being taken care of by the young girl of apparently Indian background. She serves the coffee, large black and in a paper cup.
Hedgehog is there, also the man with the beer bottle, all the hair on his head a quarter of an inch long.
Leave as the small train from Rosenheim is just arriving at platform one, beside the cafe.
There are young women in black tights on the platform, a whole crowd.
Strange.
The man opposite in the train is talkative, chatty without end.
Nobody asked, but he talks anyway
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