24 February 2017
The cat rubs it's face on an armrest of the chair, purring all the white. Scratch her head with the right hand, listen to the steady sound. The sound is calming.
The shower has been taken and the teeth have been cleaned. Even the clothing for the day has been donned. Friday, the last day of the week. the last working day.
Leave the house, leave the cat forlorn in the corridor. There are advertising newspaper in the letterbox, trying to salt everything from roast meat to electronic gadgets.
The street is entirely unpopulated, the loan at the end of the road has been emptied of all goods and chattels.
Move or through the town. It is quiet, but for the sound of an unusually strong wind. see Dolores at the bus stop, standing the shelter. She is a small
m women, Then she sits down, and looks even smaller. There is the bog cotton-man, walking over to the small-weather station to read The dials They will inform him of air pressure, temperature and Wind. shelter from the latter behind the bus shelter. It is warm, but the wind takes the heat away and lets the body freeze. Teachemam gawps as he walks over to the bus, he is astonished to see someone behind the shelter. going by his expression, this meets with his disaproval. Pay the driver with a ten euro note, apologise for the lack of change.
There is no pigtailed smoker in front at the railway station's building today. There are fewer people than usual standing at the counter of the cafe.
Tahe the large paper cup of warm coffee and to the waiting room.
Say good morning to Mr Hedgehog, standing at his usual table in the corner of the waiting room. He is wearing a grey cap over the top of his head, a cap with no peak. This helps keep his head warm, protects the blond spines. Wait until the Rosenheim train is to be seen on the platform, and then leave. The train for Munich is due now.
it is in now.
At this point it is not yet known that this train will not get to Munich today.
There is another suicide.
Just outside Munich.
The cat rubs it's face on an armrest of the chair, purring all the white. Scratch her head with the right hand, listen to the steady sound. The sound is calming.
The shower has been taken and the teeth have been cleaned. Even the clothing for the day has been donned. Friday, the last day of the week. the last working day.
Leave the house, leave the cat forlorn in the corridor. There are advertising newspaper in the letterbox, trying to salt everything from roast meat to electronic gadgets.
The street is entirely unpopulated, the loan at the end of the road has been emptied of all goods and chattels.
Move or through the town. It is quiet, but for the sound of an unusually strong wind. see Dolores at the bus stop, standing the shelter. She is a small
m women, Then she sits down, and looks even smaller. There is the bog cotton-man, walking over to the small-weather station to read The dials They will inform him of air pressure, temperature and Wind. shelter from the latter behind the bus shelter. It is warm, but the wind takes the heat away and lets the body freeze. Teachemam gawps as he walks over to the bus, he is astonished to see someone behind the shelter. going by his expression, this meets with his disaproval. Pay the driver with a ten euro note, apologise for the lack of change.
There is no pigtailed smoker in front at the railway station's building today. There are fewer people than usual standing at the counter of the cafe.
Tahe the large paper cup of warm coffee and to the waiting room.
Say good morning to Mr Hedgehog, standing at his usual table in the corner of the waiting room. He is wearing a grey cap over the top of his head, a cap with no peak. This helps keep his head warm, protects the blond spines. Wait until the Rosenheim train is to be seen on the platform, and then leave. The train for Munich is due now.
it is in now.
At this point it is not yet known that this train will not get to Munich today.
There is another suicide.
Just outside Munich.
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| Knee and legs on a local train |
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