Monday, 16 January 2017

cigarettes, beer in bottles, also rolls

Jan 16, 2016
The alarm, the old beeping alarm. Get up,
turn on the desiccator... to dry the bathroom. It is very cold, this is the coldest time of a year.
Shower and wash.
Pack the bag for the day, leave the house. Through the streets and the desolate dark places, pass through the town gate, step aside for an early morning cyclist with a flickering xenon headlamp on his bicycle. A man on his way to work. He has a red lamp attached to his rucksack.
Dolores, a friendly smile, a good morning. Dolores is an old woman, she is at the his stop every day at this hour. Who knows, what her occupation may be, work in a shop, maybe facility management.
The bus arrives, pay the driver his money for the fare.
at the railway station, the man with. pigtail is standing in that yellow bordered square reserved for smokers, together with a very warmly dressed, well-padded fellow smoker. The pig-tailed man, (referring to his hair, of course) is wearing a short sleeved open necked shirt. The air temperature :::::::
- must be minus five degrees Celsius, but that does not appear to bother him at all.
The sliding doors to the railway station hall have - been repaired, all three are working. again. The cafe is crowded, many in working clothes waiting up for their tea, coffee, cigarettes, beer in bottles, also rolls,. Every item in the shelves behind the counter and under the counter seems to have its customer.
with a large coffee in hand, go to the small table where the dispensers for
- sugar, syrup and milk are kept, take a plastic lid for the coffee cup and go on to the waiting room with its silent television... The man who was like a hedgehog once, with freshly washed hair all spiky around a - chubby rosy face is an old and tired town employee today, with hair all grey and a soiled blue overall.
The ticker on the television tells of an aircraft crash in Kirghistan, Thirty villagers dead. Think of Oliver Goldsmith, and his deserted village.
The small train from Rosenheim is in now, it is high time to leave.

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