14 fog

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Awake, find the alarm clock beeping at the bedside slowly, the legs out of the bed i. vertical now. Shower, brush the teeth. It is five in the morning, all is ready for work again. The cut maths. wto The bedroom, she is licking her lips with her long tongue. One might say that she is licking her face. Go down the steps to the alley, no-first the passageway, then the alley.
Town is deserted, it is fwethnfg, and it is mahtthatitis deserted. Nobody should
be up at this hour. Everything hit by those sodium lamps, reduced spectrum as some people like to callit.
Sodomite street, miss irhe shop that used to house the discount bakery. A notice says that some furnishing shop will mr in there soon.
At the bus stop, there are the usual three people waiting, good morning to all. Dolores seems to suffer from the cola even though it is not as extreme today as expected. There are still a few heaps of icy snow lying about at the hhedosude, ten by and large it has all gone. Railway station after the bus ride. li is all much the same. There is smher, short sleeved and long haired, now or older man, tat cheerful as always. The eaftis fault, as usual, with people in a hurry to get to work, and the fine ashes tg. the trows in the station came and go. The cold infection at last week hes not left, ewd get things are to return to Thomond working ryttm.
FEB 14
The sound of the alarm clock worked it's way into a dream and became part of it. Then, the clock prevailed. As every day, every evil working day. shower, brush the teeth, get the clothes on and let the cat out. Make sure that all the items needed for the day are in their respective pockets.
go out into the alley. See that the rubbish bins are in the entrance ways of all the neighbours houses. Too late to take out the own bin, too bad.
There is an orange dumpster truck behind the church, and a man in orange overalls doing work on it. And that is almost the only sign of life untill the bus stop is reached.

Dolores is there, the old woman with the sad expression.
Also a younger man, one who smells strongly of cigarette smoke.
The bus ride is uneventful, read the news on the mobile telephone. The new America President has fired his military advisor.

The shirtsleeved smoker is standing in front of a delivery truck parked upon that smokers square painted on the ground in front of the station. He does not feel cold, that is strange.
In the cafe, the bald-shaven man serves coffee, friendly and efficient. The television is showing film of amateur scientists using high voltages to make plasma. Everyone to their hobbies.

The Rosenheim train is in, the news have started on television, Trump and Trudeau. so leave for platform six board the train that has just arrived, seemingly shorter than usual, and find a seat.
and-in apparently no time, the train is in Moosburg and fills up with passengers requiring seats, and even finding them available. Bald headed man sits opposite wearing a Jack Wolfskin jacket. And it is dark outside, as if winter had come back over night.

But it is only fog.

Coffee cup in a railway waggon