hunger

Awake, put away the mask after turning off the alarm. Go for a shower, in the bathroom. It is icy cold. The small passageway through the conservatory, it will not freeze, but it will not warm up in winter. Find the clothing that had lain ready all night, on the wisdom of last night, gather other items needed for the day, put on the glasses. check the mirror, everything seems in order. It is half past five now, time to go.. Down the stairs, in the dark, and turn on the light at the bottom of the flight of stairs. The grey plastic rubbish bin is outside, beside the door. Waiting for the bin men, who will be around in an hour.. Hurry down the street, pass the pillars of metal that show the beginning of the pedestrian zone. Grimms shop, and then the christmas tree. Pass the now- closed discount bakery. all quiet today, there is only one person moving on some errand, towards the far end of town.
The bus stop, there is dolores, alone. When the bus comes, five minutes later, the  usual people are there-the bog cotton man, the Teachermann, and a young woman she is new to the route, maybe this is her first time, maybe the last time.
The girl with the big eyes is serving today, and today, have a pretzel with the coffee. Fome-Hungry today. The television is showing pictures of the christmas market in Berlin. Twelve people have died-four times as many injured. A horrible business.
And then business as usual, board the train
waiting there already, and find a seat in the
carriage..
This tuesday, the first day of work after a trying long weekend.