"goo Meng'

2nd December 2016

look at the time on the telephone beside the bed. Ten minutes more. At five, a melody, get up, shower, collect fresh underwear, socks. Tired. Comb the man in the mirror.

On the way out of the house, remove the advertising material from the letterbox. Advertising for cheaply packed industrial food, cheaply made, cheap, cheap.cheap.

Need to oil the hinge on the front door too sometime.

        Salt and sugar and spices, industrially raised livestock. Spices made in China, petrochemical by-products.

Walk down the streets, past the memorial stones in the pavement.

Under the town gate greet the woman from the discount bakery. A short exchange, it is Friday, the last day of the week. The end of a week of chaos.
At work, at home.
Dolores is making her way to the bus stop. Pass her in silence. Her voice comes," Good morning': Turn, and return the greeting.
She is laughing today, an old woman on her way to work. Or from work. Whatever.

The bus-the' rasta girl in the bus-, her long blond matted hair. Who knows what she does or where she works

- at this hour in the morning. She gets off at the station, goes ahead, takes another route through the fields of parked bicycles. Say good morning to the pigtailed smoker, at his place, by the ashtray in front of the railway station.

Meet up with the rasta girl as she enters the station, let her go ahead. She stands at the counters, a small package of roll-up tobacco and a blue plastic lighter, a cup of coffee and a roll. A gentle, cultured, very young voice.

Take the paper cup of coffee to the waiting room, there is Hedgehog.

"goo Meng'-that's slurred dialect for" Guten Morgen", That is "good Morning" to you, readers.

The Television is showing reality documentaries about pilot suicides, murderers.

a theme to fascinate many.

- start these notes, sip coffee.

On the arrival in Freising the mug is empty. and the page is full

Twenty minutes.

Bitte rechts aussteigen.

leave on the right,- please.