Friday 4th of November
The details of the humid shower go down the plughole along
with the water used to wash with. Hair shampoo and
soap. Everything goes quickly today, and then down the
stairs, past the old cardboard boxes awaiting disposal,
past the two bits of marble from Carara, resting in the
hallway since summer.
The air is both cold and damp today, Autumn is finished,
the trees are all losing their bright leaves, even in the
treeless street these dry orange samples of foliage are
lying about , on the cobblestones.
Passing under the town gate see the bus stop in the distance.
Say good morning to the old lady in the bus shelter. Dolores
is not her name, it is her expression, dolorous. Sad
she smiles when she looks up to return m greeting...
The bus arrives early, Dolores goes on board first.. Then pay the driver, get a ticket, and all is ready to proceed. No-the man who looks like a teacher, but who is probably a town official, arrives in a sweat. He is on a a bicycle, and he wants to lock-it too. He finds a goutable lamp post, and locks the bicycle to this with a chain. The bus waits.
The bald headed man at Yorma happily serves coffee, and offers a regular customers discount card. They place a stomp on this every day, and the tenth coffee is for free in exchange for the card. Ten percent-that is fair enough. it is so much more than the banks are giving. The civic employee, who looked like a hedgehog with human features once, is sitting at his place under the television. His hair has grown now, but the name sticks.
Put this orange copy book on the small table, start to write These notes.
It is Friday-end of the week.
After having watched pictures of Airbus aircraft on the television set on the wall opposite, look at the clock. It is six in the morning, and time to go to platform six to board the commuters train. And this-day continues to run, like any other day. Like all the other days.
This is the last day of this week,-and next working week will only begin on Tuesday
The bus arrives early, Dolores goes on board first.. Then pay the driver, get a ticket, and all is ready to proceed. No-the man who looks like a teacher, but who is probably a town official, arrives in a sweat. He is on a a bicycle, and he wants to lock-it too. He finds a goutable lamp post, and locks the bicycle to this with a chain. The bus waits.
The bald headed man at Yorma happily serves coffee, and offers a regular customers discount card. They place a stomp on this every day, and the tenth coffee is for free in exchange for the card. Ten percent-that is fair enough. it is so much more than the banks are giving. The civic employee, who looked like a hedgehog with human features once, is sitting at his place under the television. His hair has grown now, but the name sticks.
Put this orange copy book on the small table, start to write These notes.
It is Friday-end of the week.
After having watched pictures of Airbus aircraft on the television set on the wall opposite, look at the clock. It is six in the morning, and time to go to platform six to board the commuters train. And this-day continues to run, like any other day. Like all the other days.
This is the last day of this week,-and next working week will only begin on Tuesday
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| The floor on the S2 train this morning, after Freising |
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