31 March 2077
The watch, left in the bathroom the night before. The strap is damp. the take off the night clothes, put on the day clothes., be fresh for the day. then all ready, five minutes early. Rest a while on the strange seat in the hall, the cat comes in, purring, tats her head on the right knee. With that, the five minutes respite are up.
It is half past, time to go. Do the Martins bells sound today? the bells on saint Martins church unheard.
Goldies store lit up, as every day, also the empty shop with polish ownership. all lit up with nothing inside.
Cross the big main street, the old town market place. The young woman with the hair done in a knot on the top of her head approaches, striding fast, past the clothes store. All the shops are closed.
good Momaig, Dolores. The same three people as yesterday at the bus stop, at the same time.
Pay with a five Euro note today.
In front of the railway station, nothing, nobody, ninguem. No person. The smoker is off reading notices on the pillar, the hoarding, 'what are-they called in English, the" Litfass säule"
The cafe is empty, fast service today. A first stamp on the fresh discount card,
The television is showing films about tanks. for those who are interested in such things. They are frightening machines to watch. Then the news, complaints of interference from Russia, stories of lawsuits from America, and the usual insults and mucle play from Turkey. The Train is due, now down the stairs.
A friendly greeting from the mosaic maker, a person unseen for a long time. That was a nice surprise. She looks the same and cheerful as ever on her way to work in Munich.
The train comes in, it is full of holidaymakers. Now, the last Friday before Easter, this is the time that those without children will go on holidays.
The watch, left in the bathroom the night before. The strap is damp. the take off the night clothes, put on the day clothes., be fresh for the day. then all ready, five minutes early. Rest a while on the strange seat in the hall, the cat comes in, purring, tats her head on the right knee. With that, the five minutes respite are up.
It is half past, time to go. Do the Martins bells sound today? the bells on saint Martins church unheard.
Goldies store lit up, as every day, also the empty shop with polish ownership. all lit up with nothing inside.
Cross the big main street, the old town market place. The young woman with the hair done in a knot on the top of her head approaches, striding fast, past the clothes store. All the shops are closed.
good Momaig, Dolores. The same three people as yesterday at the bus stop, at the same time.
Pay with a five Euro note today.
In front of the railway station, nothing, nobody, ninguem. No person. The smoker is off reading notices on the pillar, the hoarding, 'what are-they called in English, the" Litfass säule"
The cafe is empty, fast service today. A first stamp on the fresh discount card,
The television is showing films about tanks. for those who are interested in such things. They are frightening machines to watch. Then the news, complaints of interference from Russia, stories of lawsuits from America, and the usual insults and mucle play from Turkey. The Train is due, now down the stairs.
A friendly greeting from the mosaic maker, a person unseen for a long time. That was a nice surprise. She looks the same and cheerful as ever on her way to work in Munich.
The train comes in, it is full of holidaymakers. Now, the last Friday before Easter, this is the time that those without children will go on holidays.
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