Monday, the last in January 2017
Awake out of a good sleep. It is a quarter to five, according to the bedside clock. Take off the mask, go to the bathroom, return, sleep for ten minutes,turn off the alarm sounding from the small block of black plastic beside the bed. shower, brush the teeth get the clothing from the wardrobe. All done, leave the house, walk down the empty alley, pass the church, and buy half way down the Theater street see the first stranger. A tall young man in a black parka, black trousers and boots. The trousers are shorter, they show off his footwear.
stop to take a picture of the house outside the gates of the town, the small house that houses transformers and a public lavatory. It looks strange with it 's one light attached to the corner. Turn the sensitivity of the camera all the way up, never mind the "noise"that will he seen on the picture. Beyer a sharp picture with noise than a shaken picture without.
At the bus stop, repack the camera using the bench in the bus shelter to rest the bag upon. Say good morning to Dolores, then the Teacher man and then the bog cotton man. The bus arrives, all aboard. First the bog cotton man, then a stranger, Then the teacher man, and then board last, pay the one euro and other twenty fare, and find a seat.
When the bus arrives at the station, leave by the middle door, walk past the bus shelter and cross the pavement over to the steps leading up to the main entrance to the large statation' s, building. Say good morning to the smoking man, in shirt sleeves despite the cold. He is standing in the yellow-bordered square in front of the granite steps. The markings delineate the area reserved for smokers, a sort of petty discrimination, all in the name of general cleanliness in the station building. get a coffee at Yorma's Cafe, the girl with the big eyes is on service today.
and by the time the train comes into the station the coffee has been drunk, and these notes are being written sittiong on the black and blue patterned seating af the Deutsche Bahn.
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Awake out of a good sleep. It is a quarter to five, according to the bedside clock. Take off the mask, go to the bathroom, return, sleep for ten minutes,turn off the alarm sounding from the small block of black plastic beside the bed. shower, brush the teeth get the clothing from the wardrobe. All done, leave the house, walk down the empty alley, pass the church, and buy half way down the Theater street see the first stranger. A tall young man in a black parka, black trousers and boots. The trousers are shorter, they show off his footwear.
stop to take a picture of the house outside the gates of the town, the small house that houses transformers and a public lavatory. It looks strange with it 's one light attached to the corner. Turn the sensitivity of the camera all the way up, never mind the "noise"that will he seen on the picture. Beyer a sharp picture with noise than a shaken picture without.
At the bus stop, repack the camera using the bench in the bus shelter to rest the bag upon. Say good morning to Dolores, then the Teacher man and then the bog cotton man. The bus arrives, all aboard. First the bog cotton man, then a stranger, Then the teacher man, and then board last, pay the one euro and other twenty fare, and find a seat.
When the bus arrives at the station, leave by the middle door, walk past the bus shelter and cross the pavement over to the steps leading up to the main entrance to the large statation' s, building. Say good morning to the smoking man, in shirt sleeves despite the cold. He is standing in the yellow-bordered square in front of the granite steps. The markings delineate the area reserved for smokers, a sort of petty discrimination, all in the name of general cleanliness in the station building. get a coffee at Yorma's Cafe, the girl with the big eyes is on service today.
and by the time the train comes into the station the coffee has been drunk, and these notes are being written sittiong on the black and blue patterned seating af the Deutsche Bahn.
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