turquoise and yellow

eleven Jan 2017

Get up, fumble with the melody-making mobile, turn off the sound, and get up, groaning. Take a shower -tomo bagno-and shave Slowly more Portuguese words-learning a language is not easy. On with the clothes, pet the cat, the day can begin, even though the night has not really ended.

The yellow bags are outside the front door, in the street where they had been left last tight. Frozen. It is really cold now, take the knitted hat out of the hag and cover the head and the ears. The alley is dry between the edge of the footpath and the crystallised snow in the gutter. Pass the church, The stamp shop, the cutlery store, cross the market space and pass the little golden stones let into the pavement. The ones with the names on them, the names of those discriminated, imprisoned and murdered seventy years ago.

The discount bakery has closed, it had closed before Christmas. It's closedness adds to the bleakness of this cold morning.

The bog cotton man and Dolores are at the bus stop, the bog cotton man has just arrived and is having a quick cigarette. Dolores is there, wrapped in her coat with the fur trimming on the lapels. Both wish a good morning. bother the cold.

The bus driver takes his money, and the bus rashes on over the cold streets to the railway station. Get a large coffee after allowing the rasta-locks-haired girl to place her order first, she is always in a hurry. She has a very soft, but very dear voice. She is wearing an amulet around her throat, coloured turquoise and yellow, woven of fine wires, She also has jewellery pierced into her lips. Oh well.

Wait for the coffee, the bald man forgets to bring it, and then it is there with apologies. There is a lot to do today
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        Television is showing some inane film about jet fighter pilots today. The news afterwards has all the themes, nothing has changed since yesterday. All the politicians are trying to find ways and means for the prevention of further acts of terrorism. "A loss of civil liberties for a minimal gain in security...

        The train is in-And the journey begins. Work will be in forty five minutes-