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Beep. Beep. The clock putting an end to a dream on a day that feels like a holiday. Yesterday. work finished early, out of tradition, it having been Shrove Tuesday, and all the Germans went to their carnival festivities.
Bathroom, shower,wash the teeth, front, back, top, bottom. Rinse the toothbrush, and put it aside on it's charger.
Return to the bedroom, there is the cat sitting, on the bed, like the sphinx. Eyes open, staring. Unlike the sphinx it moves the head. And even more unlike that that famous stone figure, she starts to purr, a sign of life, IT changes to SHE.
Leave the house, walk down the alley. The furniture shop is brightly lit, there are repaired chairs in the window . The church is dark, almost sinister, huge gothic windows overlooking the street and the square with the shops, the public house and the cafe..
After passing under the archway in the towns wall, see a short shadow to one side, It is Dolores, on her way to the bus stop. At the bus stop, wish her good morning, recieve a good morning in return.
Read the news at the bus stop, the tiny screen reporting a change in tone from america, even though the content has not changed It is not how something is said, but what is said that should count. But there' it is-the contrast between well spoken ugliness and a foul mouthed beauty. No difference in the sum. But different.
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The bus has a jamminf rear door today, there are those who want to leave and cannot. Stand back and let them out
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The smoker is at his usual place in front of the railway station's steps. The ash tray on the pedestal is surrounded by a sprinkling of cigarette butts. good Morning, mr smoker.
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Service by the Indian girl in the Yorma café. She does her job well, not turned and not flustered.. Hedgehog, and company, in the waiting room. The idiot silent television is showing a film on American prisons and at six, go to the platform, Wait a minute for the just-arrived train to open the doors, and journey on- to Freising, change, to Neufahrn, change, to Garching.
Work
Beep. Beep. The clock putting an end to a dream on a day that feels like a holiday. Yesterday. work finished early, out of tradition, it having been Shrove Tuesday, and all the Germans went to their carnival festivities.
Bathroom, shower,wash the teeth, front, back, top, bottom. Rinse the toothbrush, and put it aside on it's charger.
Return to the bedroom, there is the cat sitting, on the bed, like the sphinx. Eyes open, staring. Unlike the sphinx it moves the head. And even more unlike that that famous stone figure, she starts to purr, a sign of life, IT changes to SHE.
Leave the house, walk down the alley. The furniture shop is brightly lit, there are repaired chairs in the window . The church is dark, almost sinister, huge gothic windows overlooking the street and the square with the shops, the public house and the cafe..
After passing under the archway in the towns wall, see a short shadow to one side, It is Dolores, on her way to the bus stop. At the bus stop, wish her good morning, recieve a good morning in return.
Read the news at the bus stop, the tiny screen reporting a change in tone from america, even though the content has not changed It is not how something is said, but what is said that should count. But there' it is-the contrast between well spoken ugliness and a foul mouthed beauty. No difference in the sum. But different.
..
The bus has a jamminf rear door today, there are those who want to leave and cannot. Stand back and let them out
..
The smoker is at his usual place in front of the railway station's steps. The ash tray on the pedestal is surrounded by a sprinkling of cigarette butts. good Morning, mr smoker.
..
Service by the Indian girl in the Yorma café. She does her job well, not turned and not flustered.. Hedgehog, and company, in the waiting room. The idiot silent television is showing a film on American prisons and at six, go to the platform, Wait a minute for the just-arrived train to open the doors, and journey on- to Freising, change, to Neufahrn, change, to Garching.
Work
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