Tuesday, 13 December 2016

no chance to catch up

Tuesday 13 December. Leave the house, all the morning washing done, fresh clothes for work, the cat petted. This is turning into a furry monstrous large cat. No harm. Leave the house for the cold street, the cobbles appear black and greasy with the damp and the hard dim light from the street lanterns. There is a white fur in the window of one of the small shops on the street. A furniture shop, people who upholster old chairs.
The bus stop, there is the bag cotton man, the teachermann with his wilted knittedcap,  and dolores. All three waiting for the bus.. good morning Dolores, of the leopardskin print bag. Yellow and black. Spots. Warning colours.
in front of the station, the friendly man with the hair tied back in a pigtail, smoking his cigarette standing inside the yellow rectangle painted upon the pavement. All smoker must stand inside this yellow squire. This is like a pillory, people placed there for others to discriminate...
A very large truck has backed up to the railway station's main entrance, unloading the stock for the newspaper store.
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The man with the shaven head comes out. Large coffee, a stamp on the discount ticket. A strong scent of waiting enmities from further down the counter, they cast angry glances over, but. what harm? Last came first served, strange fairness.
The television has it's sound on today, it is showing a documentary on Mexican prisons. Drink the coffee, write these notes. The television distracts.
A man at the counter upsets his coffee, spills it all over the floor. wasted. He asks for a cloth to wipe the mess up with, and is given a roll of absorbent paper from the kitchen. The man bends over and his trousers slip off his hips. Not a pleasant sight. Asshole. A man, careless of clothing, slurred of speech, lacking in coordination. It is early in the morning, a horrible start.
The news following the documentary show pictures of turkish political repression, and german communal officials discussing the plans for the securing at the New years celebrations.
New year is only about three weeks away now,
The train is just coming into the platform, it is on time. Take a free seat, and then listen to announcement informing that, due to a mishap down the line, a broken down train, a non functional lebd crossing...
The train moves out after fourteen minutes delay. These are fourteen minutes that will be hard to catch up on, no, impossible. Apologies transmitted over the loudspeakers do not help at all.
It is dark, the train is late, and the people boarding the train in Moosbarg are short tempered. After the halt in Moostarg, the train speeds on.
Impossible!

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