6 February 2017
Bathroom, early in the morning. Look at the watch, it is five to five. The alarm will ring in five minutes. so go back to bed, let it ring, or beep, or whatever it will. And it does, turn it off on its third beep. Wait a few seconds for the unconscious to recede, and turn on the shower in the bathroom. When the water has warmed, go under the spray, soap shampoo, rub and scrub. and when dried, return to the bedroom, find those clothes on the chair that had been prepared the night before. and stroke the cal's head, she sliding purring between the feet, bare and then with socks and trousers. And then, outside, in the passageway, she wants to leave the flat, to go out into the dark of the stairwell.
After combing the grey, now colourless hair, checking the pockets, put on the glasses. The cat is at the bottom of the stairs, waiting. And then-suddenly, truly cat-like in her manners, she jumps up and races up the stairs.
On the pavement in the alley. there is no snow. It is cold and dark. The tiny second hand shop opposite has a pretty display in it´s shop window. A cyclists is walking his bicycle up the pavement from the church. A bicycle with a very bright headlamp, glaring white.
Dolores and the bog cotton man are at the bus stop, waiting. Wishh a good morning, consult the mobile telephone and read the news. Politicians in Germany preparing for elections. Trump in America saying strange things about murderers. And that French princess saying the same strange things as he had said.
The girl with the rastafarian hairdo is on board the bus, so is the one fixing her wake makeup at the back of the bus. Before the railway station, the shirt sleeved pigtailed man is having his morning cigarette out on the pavement. in front of the steps to the building... say good morning
There is a small chaos in the eafc, two young women with black hair serving coffee and rolls, cigarettes and beer. But even that chaos is to be cured by a short wait.
And the train arrives, after the Rosenheim train arrives, all punctual and-according to the timetable that swallows the weeks, months years and ultimately, lives.
Bathroom, early in the morning. Look at the watch, it is five to five. The alarm will ring in five minutes. so go back to bed, let it ring, or beep, or whatever it will. And it does, turn it off on its third beep. Wait a few seconds for the unconscious to recede, and turn on the shower in the bathroom. When the water has warmed, go under the spray, soap shampoo, rub and scrub. and when dried, return to the bedroom, find those clothes on the chair that had been prepared the night before. and stroke the cal's head, she sliding purring between the feet, bare and then with socks and trousers. And then, outside, in the passageway, she wants to leave the flat, to go out into the dark of the stairwell.
After combing the grey, now colourless hair, checking the pockets, put on the glasses. The cat is at the bottom of the stairs, waiting. And then-suddenly, truly cat-like in her manners, she jumps up and races up the stairs.
On the pavement in the alley. there is no snow. It is cold and dark. The tiny second hand shop opposite has a pretty display in it´s shop window. A cyclists is walking his bicycle up the pavement from the church. A bicycle with a very bright headlamp, glaring white.
Dolores and the bog cotton man are at the bus stop, waiting. Wishh a good morning, consult the mobile telephone and read the news. Politicians in Germany preparing for elections. Trump in America saying strange things about murderers. And that French princess saying the same strange things as he had said.
The girl with the rastafarian hairdo is on board the bus, so is the one fixing her wake makeup at the back of the bus. Before the railway station, the shirt sleeved pigtailed man is having his morning cigarette out on the pavement. in front of the steps to the building... say good morning
There is a small chaos in the eafc, two young women with black hair serving coffee and rolls, cigarettes and beer. But even that chaos is to be cured by a short wait.
And the train arrives, after the Rosenheim train arrives, all punctual and-according to the timetable that swallows the weeks, months years and ultimately, lives.
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