a happy grunt

Jan 27, 2017
: Beep-
        Too late to bed last night, this will be a harder day, a day of earlier tiredness. Get up, wash, shower, as every day. Put the new mobile telephone into the' inside pocket on the jacket, take the bag.
Outside the front door, look at the filled letterbox. filled with advertising, filled with waste paper. Walk along past the church, past the bicycle stands. 'It is colder again, this winter has it's drawbacks. Does it have anything but drawbacks?

        Walking down Theater street see a slight figure ahead, rounding the corner by the cake makers, approaching. A young woman, out on the street, waking to work. As she nears, see that the knot on her head is not the Tassel of some headgear, but her hair tied up to a knot. Blond hair, almost bleached white. She has been at this place and at this time several times during the past weeks. This is put the crossing point of two timetables, two people going to work. Makes for patterns that repeat themselves.

        Dolores at the bus stop, good morning. A man carrying skis turns up there too, he is probably on his way to a weekend excursion.

Bus arrives, there are more people using the service on Friday s than on other days. Pay the bus driver, the exact fare ready, two fifty cent coins and two of ten cents . He gives a happy grunt, no working out what change to give, and a small increase in his collection of charge to give.

at the station, a greeting from the man in the square on the square, the man with the pigtail, the short sleeved shirt and the cigarette.

Inside the railway station a greeting from the bald-shaven man in the cafe," grosser cafe?", a nod, a payment, a stamp on the card, and wait. The girl with the big eyes brings over the coffee, then squeeze through the narrow place between the service counter and the self service area, go into the waiting room.

Say good wooing to Mr. Hedgehog, he says "goo Meng", that is what it sounds like this is a regular work day, there is little time now to think of all the problem of the world. It is just movement

fakes; regular sights, and greetings. Things that happen every day.

The train is three minutes late.