Friday, 9 December 2016

obrigado


Friday 9.Dec
The shower head is blocked with time, no, with lime, the spray reduced to a trickle. Lime in the water, ruining all the fittings with time.
gather the clothing, put it on. The cat is silent today, and the light in the neighbours window is on, like every day. He is awake before five, an early riser.
Leave the house, go down the street. The main street has had salt spread on it, they are expecting frost and snow. 'At the bus stop Teachermann is standing around, waiting. There is a general tension in the air. Why? is it because of Christmas? All the lights over the street in the shopping part of the town, an atmosphere of change..
There is a glow in the sky to the east, the sky is clear. Is that the dawn at five thirty this morning? It is too early, it seems too early:
The bus, uneventful. At the railway station, see that the pigtailed smoker is back at his position in the smokers square,
good Morning.
The cafe, a hustle. The girl is very friendly, all smiles. Take the coffee over to the self service table to collect a plastic lid for the paper cup. The lids are under syrup dispensers, and one of these dispensers has dripped over the stack of plastic lids. Remove the first two lids and take one afresh, dean, we and put it onto the coffee cup. Some syrup has got onto the fingers, wipe them on a napkin.
Hedgehog is under the television, the screen has a documentary on c17a transport aircraft showing.
A drip of syrup has got onto the plastic lid of the coffee mug. There is a sweet taste, the sugary syrup is strong.
Think of yesterday in the canteen, and the Portuguese woman there.' Obrigado, the answer de nada like a shot. And sudden laughter, the language learnt a bit from the theory of computers and mobile telephones actually works in real life.
Meanwhile, the train boarded in Landshut has passed Mooshurg and is now slowing again as it approaches Freisirg.
There is now a young woman sitting opposite,
=> earphones (white), Handbag (black) and winter jacket (far trimmed, black). She has fair hair, and is trying to sleep, leaning against the window frame of the railway carriage. She is listening to music from her mobile.
and the people shuffle down the passageway between the seats, ready to hurry off the train, all as quickly as possible.

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