freezing point in Freising

Wed; 30 november 2016

Night of strange dreams, awaken to the quiet hissing from the mask over the nose. Listen, think. And sleep again. The seaside melody from the small mobile 'phone, awaken again, turn off the sound. Remember the dream again, the nightmare. It is still present. Go to the bathroom, shower and wash the teeth. No-brush the teeth. There is no need to shave today.

go down the stairs. The lower half is not dean, that is a job for the next weekend. There will be no time before then. It is yellow bag day today, all of the houses in the street have these bags in front of their doors; Return to the house, go to the yard to collect the other bags. It is too dark, there is no time..
The alley is grey and unwelcoming today, it is a black morning. An orange pickup passes by with a roar from its exhaust. It is a municipal vehicle, street cleaners
on their way to a street that they have to clean.

Walk through the town, there are people wrapped in winter clothing, so highly padded against the cold. At the bus stop, there is the bog cotton man and Dolores. 'All told, all cold.

The bus driver today is a woman wearing a Turkish head scarf, a cheerful woman. She has problems with the machine for dispensing the small change, it is jammed up.But after a few careful manipulations it works again. The bus has a bellows in the middle, at the joint between the front. and the rear halves at the bus...
The young girl with the Rastafarian hair is on the bus, she is wearing the same uncleaned boots as she was some weeks ago.

Later, in the cafe, after having left the lass and crossed the station forecourt, see that she has pale blue leaguer on her finger nails, applied with care and precision. The shoes, i.e. boots, must be part of the outfit, or the look. ft black wool coat, mittens with no fingers. Unusual.

One large coffee, paper cup, and a small round high table. Look at the television, news of Loch Ness is being shown Also, a tragedy in south America, a complete football team lost in an air crash.

Hedgehog and friend chatting at the table opposite, the small dark haired man-still talking nineteen to the dozen.
Seven more-than he should.

and the train is in, it is time to leave again.

Platform six, the train is in already, and with Moosburg past and the Freising stop imminent, stop writing these notes.

The temperature in Freising is well below freezing point.