20.2.17
black trousers white shirt brown shoes.Need to take pictures of the university´s president (magnificence's) and the minister for culture and education today.
still, pat the cat's head.
Leave the house, into the rain of the alley.
Rain making puddles at the edge of the
cobbled pavement..
Avoid those puddles. At least-the rain will
rinse the remainder of the salt from the
streets. The salt that had been used to melt the snow and the ice. The snow and the ice have been washed away too.
go between the tables left outside the cafe in the main street, down theatre street. The street is called so. There is a brown van parked in front of a small shop. It is brown and has white, or golden lettering on it. Advertisements for espresso coffee, Viennese cafe, something about the soul of every cup of coffee. There is a woman there, in a white shop coat, busy unloading things. She smiles, and says 'Guten Morgen". It is not far to the bus stop now, Dolores and the bog cotton man are there. Both- wish them good morning.
Mention the dampness to Dolores, she gives a big smile. Or maybe not. She seems happy, despite the rain. One by me the man who looks like a teacher arrived, the young man with his tennis shoes and baggy trousers and his smell of stale smoke, and some other man, Quite a crowd to board the bus today, and then the ticket machine breaks down.
At the station. There is the smoker with his umbrella protecting his pigtail. say good morning, as every day.
Almost every day.
Inside in the cafe a girl serving. She might be from India, her German is flawless. May her parents are from India. Who knows? She is relaxed, friendly and efficient - strange combination.
The man in his blue overall, the man who once looked a bit like a friendly anthropomorphism of a hedgehog from a children book, but does not any more, smiles and guys good morning.
The television is showing some drama involving Apollo 15 and spectacular laser technology.. A lot of experts and analysts, dramatically lit, giving opinions. Oh-leave the world alone
black trousers white shirt brown shoes.Need to take pictures of the university´s president (magnificence's) and the minister for culture and education today.
go between the tables left outside the cafe in the main street, down theatre street. The street is called so. There is a brown van parked in front of a small shop. It is brown and has white, or golden lettering on it. Advertisements for espresso coffee, Viennese cafe, something about the soul of every cup of coffee. There is a woman there, in a white shop coat, busy unloading things. She smiles, and says 'Guten Morgen". It is not far to the bus stop now, Dolores and the bog cotton man are there. Both- wish them good morning.
Mention the dampness to Dolores, she gives a big smile. Or maybe not. She seems happy, despite the rain. One by me the man who looks like a teacher arrived, the young man with his tennis shoes and baggy trousers and his smell of stale smoke, and some other man, Quite a crowd to board the bus today, and then the ticket machine breaks down.
At the station. There is the smoker with his umbrella protecting his pigtail. say good morning, as every day.
Almost every day.
Inside in the cafe a girl serving. She might be from India, her German is flawless. May her parents are from India. Who knows? She is relaxed, friendly and efficient - strange combination.
The man in his blue overall, the man who once looked a bit like a friendly anthropomorphism of a hedgehog from a children book, but does not any more, smiles and guys good morning.
The television is showing some drama involving Apollo 15 and spectacular laser technology.. A lot of experts and analysts, dramatically lit, giving opinions. Oh-leave the world alone
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