Thursday, November third, 2016
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Up at five and on into the bathroom. There is hardly my hair shampoo left in the bottle. It will be necessary to buy a new bottle at some stage.
In the near future. And when all is ready-leave for the alley, dark now. The lights in the empty shop are off, or dimmed today.
Crossing the main street, the street known as Altstadt, see the woman, tall, blond hair a approaching. It is tiny bit earlier than usual and she has not made it past the church yet. she is very tall, with thin legs in ripped and holy black trousers. She is wearing some dark jacket.
Standing at a river in the dark of an early morning, wait for a bus, too early, a cold in the nose, mobile telephone in hand.
The bus is empty today, there is no one there yet. It is early, the bus is only due in ten minutes. Dolores arrives, slow, old.
And the bus is early today. Pay the driver upon boarding, as always. sit at the lack of the bus, as always.
one of the brothers in Ireland has sent a disturbing message, it is on the telephone. Family, nothing but trouble at the moment.
coffee at Yormas, the young girl with the large eyes serving, managing, fast today. The coffee is not good though, it tastes of paper cup-The television is showing documentaries again, firemen in training learning how to open cars to remove the inmates after an accident.
And then the news. There is no sound, just the newsreader with pictures of Trump and Clinton in the background.
Then it is time to go to the platform again, it is six in the morning. There is a man with red blinking lights on the cuffs of his trousers there. He is a cyclist, and the little LED-lights are for safety.'s sake.
He reaches down and snitches this illumination off. The cuffs also have a function as cycle clips, to save the trousers from getting caught in the bicycle chain.
The train is quiet , MOOSBURG is passed, and it will be time to change for Neufahrm soon. It is six thirty, and the train is approaching Freising.
Up at five and on into the bathroom. There is hardly my hair shampoo left in the bottle. It will be necessary to buy a new bottle at some stage.
In the near future. And when all is ready-leave for the alley, dark now. The lights in the empty shop are off, or dimmed today.
Crossing the main street, the street known as Altstadt, see the woman, tall, blond hair a approaching. It is tiny bit earlier than usual and she has not made it past the church yet. she is very tall, with thin legs in ripped and holy black trousers. She is wearing some dark jacket.
Standing at a river in the dark of an early morning, wait for a bus, too early, a cold in the nose, mobile telephone in hand.
The bus is empty today, there is no one there yet. It is early, the bus is only due in ten minutes. Dolores arrives, slow, old.
And the bus is early today. Pay the driver upon boarding, as always. sit at the lack of the bus, as always.
one of the brothers in Ireland has sent a disturbing message, it is on the telephone. Family, nothing but trouble at the moment.
coffee at Yormas, the young girl with the large eyes serving, managing, fast today. The coffee is not good though, it tastes of paper cup-The television is showing documentaries again, firemen in training learning how to open cars to remove the inmates after an accident.
And then the news. There is no sound, just the newsreader with pictures of Trump and Clinton in the background.
Then it is time to go to the platform again, it is six in the morning. There is a man with red blinking lights on the cuffs of his trousers there. He is a cyclist, and the little LED-lights are for safety.'s sake.
He reaches down and snitches this illumination off. The cuffs also have a function as cycle clips, to save the trousers from getting caught in the bicycle chain.
The train is quiet , MOOSBURG is passed, and it will be time to change for Neufahrm soon. It is six thirty, and the train is approaching Freising.
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