"first of December"
Fast asleep all night, cannot get out of bed. "Yes, you can't". All right, switch off the noisy mobile, turn off the compressor, remove the breathing mask. It is too late to shower, a quick wash and a brush at the teeth will have to do:
"Close the door to the flat, down the stairs and stumble out At the street. ' The icy air on the face awakens, it is cold.
Say hello and good morning to the people at the bus stop. Dolores, the white haired bog cotton- like man. Teachermann arrives later. And the bus is on time. It is full of people today, men and women. Public transport appears to be enjoying a popular phase, if this trend continues one might imagine a situation where there is standing room only in the bus.
Get out at the station, walk around the other bus, just arrived, walk between the many parked bicycles, as many as always. Shuffle through the dead dried leaves on the ground, the last of their kind this year. crunch crunch!
Coffee at the counter in Yorma's cafe. A stamp-to the card, return of change, thirty seconds for a remarkably full cup.
good value today.
The man nicknamed" Hedgehog" has his skullcap on. He is listening politely to his intent-talking companion... Then:
They both go.
On television, there is a reality show reporting on the possibility of alien invasions to the planet. There are critical tones, unpleasant insinuations that governments are unprepared for this eventuality. This is strange, this is as if governments had nothing to do but the invention of problems that need to be catered for.
On board the train, the train already arrived at platform number six, find a free table, put the coffee down,- take off the scarf.
Sit.
Continue this scribble, these notes begun in the cafe. Drink, sup coffee through the plastic lid of the blue decorated, yellow-bodied paper cup.
Gundlkofen hisses outside, there is a view of a house, a street and a lantern.
Almost a Christmas card. Almost an impressionistic painting.
Please leave on the right.
- Freis mg.
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