Wednesday, 18 January 2017

cold


Friday 18.1.17
get up, turn off the beep on the dock, Tak.! the mask, go to the bathroom, shower,shave, brush the teeth.

-go to the bedroom, put on the day clothing put out last night. Extra warm underwear, the ice cold weather is to be respected. Pat the bony head of the purring cat, fawning against any available legs, looking for attention. Scratch her behind her ears, now that is a good cat.
Pocket the wallet and go down the steps into the street, the bag over the shoulder. The alley is dry, the snow in the gutter has turned to ice.
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Cross the market street in the old town and descend the Theater street, to the river. A man approaches, hoodie hat up, huddled. A small man, all wrapped up, sipping-from a yellow paper up. A Yormer cup, probably bought at the station.
The bus stop is deserted, there are no people there at all. Turn, and see that Dolores is approaching; she is near the town´s gate. She is later than usual, but then- as she arrives she gives her morning greeting, and sits down on the wooden back in the shelter. Then Teaehermam arrives. He looks like a teacher, hence the nickname.
The view over the river is different today, the water's surface is rough; covered in small waves. It does not have the icy smooth surface of the last few days. The lights from the hotel, and the street lanterns reflections are woken in this rough surface.
Bus driver gives the wrong change, point this out to him. He is suspicious, a bit confused. It is only a matter of ten cents, but still. Later on, as Dolores is getting ready to leave the bus again, one stop before the railway station. see that she is wearing a fur coat today. A fur coat with a fur hood. An elegant fur coat, Probably very, very expensive then, when such things were fashionable..
At the railway station, say good morning. to the bald man with the heard. He has his beard tied to a small plait, or pony tail.
- He gets the coffee, stamps the discount card. good Morning Mr Hedgehog. This man is dressed in warm clothes today, and he is getting ready to leave.
        There are two men standing at the next table, talking loudly with their mouths fall, spraying crumbs.
Eat, do not talk. Talk, do not eat.
You cannot drink and talk at the same time.

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