Thursday, 23 February 2017

chatting to a young woman

23 Felmarhf 2017.
Bad sleep-up at three, and at four, and out of bed at five. Shower, put on the clothes, the bag, and leave the building. The entrance hallway will need to be cleaned again. The street is empty, dim, lit shop window one full of second hand clothes, and one empty. On the main street there is a large delivery truck manoevreing into position. Big, white, with a red cab. See Dolores passing under the Arch of the Town Gate. She seems to be limping. Walk slowly, so as not to catch up on her, and say good morning as we react the bus stop together. Stay behind the bus shelter, look across the rippled water of the river at the brigtly lit empty breakfast room of the big hotel. The lights reflect in the ripples, producing an effect like an animated Expressionistic painting.
See the bus come around the bend in the distance and start telling out the money for the fare. This is
one Euro twenty now. The driver is a man with a bald crown and moustache; teacher man gets on first, and is short- changed by the driver. This takes some time to clear up, the driver does not understand his mistake.
Pay the exact fare, there are no problems.
At the station another huge truck, white and red, has backed up to the hallway´s main entrance. It serves as a backdrop for the smoker standing at the big ashtray. He has a rucksack today, and is wearing a short sleeved shirt. It is warm for this time at year.
There is confusion at the service counter of the cafe. A young man is ordering breakfast piecemeal for himself and his girlfriend. As each portion of his order is packed and delivered, another item occurs to him. This goes on for five minutes . Then the man with the shaven-bald head comes over and enquiries as to whether the order has been placed or not. Then he just makes a large coffee. At last.


Hedgehog is in the cafe, chatting to a young woman. He looks happy.

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