Tuesday
still. As every day, once the dock has been silenced. Get up, go to the bathroom, run the shower, have a quick shower to wake up the body and the soul.
get dressed, gather all of the small items needed for the day, the pen, the bag with the small camera and the notebook. Ready to go, hair combed and teeth brushed.
Walk through the early morning light to the bus stop. It is bright, the street lighting has been turned off some time ago.
A man strides down the main street, wearing a sports suit. He is consulting a small mobile telephone. Walk on, the cobbles have been washed out. The cobblestone interstices will need to be filled again. That will be a job for the city works department. A man with a small beaker on a long handle will carefully pour molten tar into the cracks, protecting the stones form water incursion and the winter's frost. Nothing cares for itself. it all needs to be cared for, and maintained
The elderly sad faced woman is at the bus stop, on the seat in the shelter. good morning. Her name is unknown, she looks sad. So let her he known as dolores, the sad one.
On the bus i the young woman with the dreadlocks in the back of the bus. That is all today. The cafe is over filled today, the reduction of the size due to the new dividing wall results in crowding. It has become unpleasant.
The plastic lid has drops of some syrup on it, sweet sticky stuff.
watch as the small train from Rosenheim comes into the station.
Time to go, to the platform, to wait untill the train's doors open.
Later on, the brilliant yellow of the rape plantation passed by in the glaringly lit haze of the morning fog.
still. As every day, once the dock has been silenced. Get up, go to the bathroom, run the shower, have a quick shower to wake up the body and the soul.
get dressed, gather all of the small items needed for the day, the pen, the bag with the small camera and the notebook. Ready to go, hair combed and teeth brushed.
Walk through the early morning light to the bus stop. It is bright, the street lighting has been turned off some time ago.
A man strides down the main street, wearing a sports suit. He is consulting a small mobile telephone. Walk on, the cobbles have been washed out. The cobblestone interstices will need to be filled again. That will be a job for the city works department. A man with a small beaker on a long handle will carefully pour molten tar into the cracks, protecting the stones form water incursion and the winter's frost. Nothing cares for itself. it all needs to be cared for, and maintained
The elderly sad faced woman is at the bus stop, on the seat in the shelter. good morning. Her name is unknown, she looks sad. So let her he known as dolores, the sad one.
On the bus i the young woman with the dreadlocks in the back of the bus. That is all today. The cafe is over filled today, the reduction of the size due to the new dividing wall results in crowding. It has become unpleasant.
The plastic lid has drops of some syrup on it, sweet sticky stuff.
watch as the small train from Rosenheim comes into the station.
Time to go, to the platform, to wait untill the train's doors open.
Later on, the brilliant yellow of the rape plantation passed by in the glaringly lit haze of the morning fog.
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