Angel

get up, after having been woken by the alarm clock's persistent noise.
Wash under a spray of water, slowly the shower head is being chocked with lime deposit -
It will need replacing at some stage. Leave the house, the cat is hidden somewhere. There are no bins in the street today, the second hand clothing shop has a new model in the window.. A blue-green something man of cloth.
Further on, passing the church, look over to the stamp and coin shop, run by a Mr. Engel. A man called angel.

And on down to the river, the old discount bakery has been empty now for a long time.
- An empty shop, waiting for new tenants, like so many other shops waiting, unclear as to what to do with the constant competition from the internet.
There are a few more cyclists on the road today than there usually are, one woman is unsure of herself, and does not know whether to pass on the right or on the other side she passes on the left.

Good morning dolores.

And then, another cyclist passes, daringly, between the meanwhile-arrived bus and the people waiting to board it. The bus, the girl with the rastafarian hairdo and the beads therein.
At the station, there is the smoker, and a broken beer bottle on the ground. The weather is warm, there are people outside, drinking early in the morning.
Today, the young dark-haired women serves the coffee, she is getting faster and no longer needs the help of the man with the shaven head. He is chatting to a customer, and a few words are to be heard and understood-
 ''The same things every day''
So true, how true, so he has exposure to this experience too.


The Rosenheim small train is just coming in, it is a few minutes late. People get out and commence to run down the stairs, run down the passageway, ahead, pushing in their panic, fear of losing the connection to the Munich train.
Climb the granite stairs to platform six. That train is not in yet. And as it does then come in, a man with a rucksack rushes up the stairs, and opens the door to the train, rushing inside, pushing aside those waiting to leave the train, going in ahead of those waiting outside.
He believes he is too late, he believes then that  he is just in time, and he cannot stop hurrying even though all the observable facts should tell him that there is no need for this.

And then the passengers disembark, and the waiting well-lit warm carriage.
Recieve a friendly glance from a woman of good appearance and great beauty. A nice start to the day.

Anyway, that will be it soon.
Moobary-Freising, Neufwhm farting. Bus, train, city train bus, work.

to work
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