a sign of these prosperous times

In the station hallway, put after having wished the pigtailed smoker on the forecourt a'good morning", watch a pigeon fly through a closing double automatic glass door. The door closes as it approaches and it just makes it through the closing sheets of glass. Barely. Getting up early in the morning was no problem after a long period of no sleep at night.
It is a warm day today, now more than fourteen hundred days into this account of nothing special.The sun had just risen, there was a woman with her dog at the bus stop. A large Labrador, looking at the ducks feeding with interest. It was a well-behaved dog, it
does not start to chase them. It just looks.
The bus came, the fare was paid, the journey made. Now in the railway café.The man who looks just like a sixties rock star is sorting a through his baggage. in the cafe,carefully putting his coat on the small table to let it appear as if there are more people there. He wants to be Left alone.
Hedgehog says "Servus' upon leaving the café. Goodbye.
The train is in on time, and it leaves the station on time.
Find a seat opposite a young man, his black hair in loose curls, carefully trimmed beard, red rust coloured sport shirt. He has brown skin, and is wearing leather thong bracelets and a big dressy watch on his left wrist.
Also-a chain of wooden beads around his neck, a small wooden pendant in the shape of a map of Africa
'He is sleeping, his cap, in the same. µ,colour as his shirt in on the table in front of him on top of a mobile phone, or a small pad.
The train speeds through the spreading industrial suburbs of Landshut, a sign of these prosperous times.