8.6.17
the clock beeps, reach over turn it off. It is
five in the morning. The last time reached over,
it was four forty four. It was darker then, this was just to check the time. A simple digital display.
Shower, take care to brush the teeth well, and find fresh socks and underwear in the wardrobe.
The mobile telephone is on the chargint unit, take that. Take the cream for the nose, and cream the nose, get rid of that infection.
Take the brown bag and,-... yes there are five minutes left. sit down beside the grey filing cabinet in the hallway and take
out the mobile telephone, and learn a few more Portuguese words and phrases. The telephone asks, type the word, yes or no,that is the answer. A small voice from the telephone speaks the words out, for the pronunciation. The five minutes are up, get up from the seat,take the bag and go down the stairs. The bag contains a small camera and this note book and a pen.
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The street is bright the sky clear but for the white contrails from aircraft passing high overhead.
It is yellow bag day today, they are outside the door, placed there yesterday by the wife. Last night. All the houses, all the way down to the church, have those stacks of yellow plastic sacks in front of them today, waiting for collection later.
Just before the town gate, there is a large bakery truck, unloading bread products for the new bakery on the corner. A very large sports car comes around that same corner regardless of the rules of the road, and takes an illegal short cut through the pedestrian zone. It is a german car, made by Porsche. One of their dirty diesels, posing as a clean machine. Dolores is at her place in the shelter at the bus stop. She replies a good morning. Three minutes later, she is given a lift by a car, a black sedan; which just stops at the bus stop. Her friend, a younger woman, a few years younger than she. ⇒ drives unsteadily., And they are gone
After the uneventful bu sride
On the platform number six, there is a group of elderly excursionists waiting for their train. They are all dressed in walking gear, with sticks and rucksacks. Knobbly knees on thin legs showing, wide beige shorts, heavy walking boots. They are excited, talking accentuated Bavarian dialect, very loudly indeed, More well down the platform, that noise and shouting is too much in the
morning. They follow. Move further down the platform.
Board the newly-arried Train. They follow.
Oh no.
Move to the far end of the carriage.
ok
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The street is bright the sky clear but for the white contrails from aircraft passing high overhead.
It is yellow bag day today, they are outside the door, placed there yesterday by the wife. Last night. All the houses, all the way down to the church, have those stacks of yellow plastic sacks in front of them today, waiting for collection later.
Just before the town gate, there is a large bakery truck, unloading bread products for the new bakery on the corner. A very large sports car comes around that same corner regardless of the rules of the road, and takes an illegal short cut through the pedestrian zone. It is a german car, made by Porsche. One of their dirty diesels, posing as a clean machine. Dolores is at her place in the shelter at the bus stop. She replies a good morning. Three minutes later, she is given a lift by a car, a black sedan; which just stops at the bus stop. Her friend, a younger woman, a few years younger than she. ⇒ drives unsteadily., And they are gone
After the uneventful bu sride
On the platform number six, there is a group of elderly excursionists waiting for their train. They are all dressed in walking gear, with sticks and rucksacks. Knobbly knees on thin legs showing, wide beige shorts, heavy walking boots. They are excited, talking accentuated Bavarian dialect, very loudly indeed, More well down the platform, that noise and shouting is too much in the
morning. They follow. Move further down the platform.
Board the newly-arried Train. They follow.
Oh no.
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