Wednesday, 16th November
The rain in a fine spray today, driven by the wind
around the church spire. The dark cobblestones are
glistening in the light from the lantern-shaped street lamps.
The lamps seem to have halos around them, the glasses are
covered in drops of water. A creepy atmosphere, crepuscular light. A cyclist woman in a raincoat rushes around the
corner in the alley.
The bog-cotton mania standing in the shelter by
the entrance to Karstadt department store opposite to the
bus stop.
The bus shelter is empty, until Dolores arrives. Teachermann is wearing a wide-brimmed hat today, good against the rain.
After the bus ride to the station, see that the smoker with the pigtail has changed his positon to the sheltered head of the steps, at the station entrance.
The cafe is full, and it is necessary to wait for a while. The big man with the shaven head joins the bigeyed little girl at service, he stamps the discount card, takes the money, lets the coffee flow out of the big machine, hands over the paper cup of coffee after the liquid has finished dripping from the machine.
Find a lid, and go tho the free space in the waiting room, the one opposite to the television. This is showing films of Russian right wing extremists struggling with Russian police in Moscow.
Trying to write down the state of the mind this Wednesday morning, trying, feeling no success. Hedgehog leaves the cafe, the Rosenheim train is in, the platform outside the window has filled with people.
The corridor under the railway is long, under all the tracks. It is tiled in white.
Platform number six, the crawling in at a walking pace. Prospective passangers are shuffling along beside the train, trying to keep up, so that they will be at a door when the train stops.
I see a big red headed girl from the position on the other side of the platform. Deep red hair, She looks up, turns her head II one side, and smiles,
lightly board the train
A nice start to the day.
After the bus ride to the station, see that the smoker with the pigtail has changed his positon to the sheltered head of the steps, at the station entrance.
The cafe is full, and it is necessary to wait for a while. The big man with the shaven head joins the bigeyed little girl at service, he stamps the discount card, takes the money, lets the coffee flow out of the big machine, hands over the paper cup of coffee after the liquid has finished dripping from the machine.
Find a lid, and go tho the free space in the waiting room, the one opposite to the television. This is showing films of Russian right wing extremists struggling with Russian police in Moscow.
Trying to write down the state of the mind this Wednesday morning, trying, feeling no success. Hedgehog leaves the cafe, the Rosenheim train is in, the platform outside the window has filled with people.
The corridor under the railway is long, under all the tracks. It is tiled in white.
Platform number six, the crawling in at a walking pace. Prospective passangers are shuffling along beside the train, trying to keep up, so that they will be at a door when the train stops.
I see a big red headed girl from the position on the other side of the platform. Deep red hair, She looks up, turns her head II one side, and smiles,
lightly board the train
A nice start to the day.
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