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6JUNE
the light is just showing through the window, that diffused light from a sun still under the horizon. There we are again-get up. Go to the  bathroom, the regular morning trot, and then go back to bed, it is only four is the morning, go back for some more sleep. Another hour.

 Then the alarm clock sounds, and-back to the bathroom for a shower, to wash the teeth, with that electric toothbrush. When all of that is done, put on clothes for the day, - leave the building that is it. At the bus stop, later, greet Dolores, she is less sad today  the little weather station in the park by the river has an empty beer bottle in front, and there are pigeons and ducks everywhere, going about their bird business. The bus driver is a loquacious man he talks constantly tells you what and how much change he has given., tells you what kind of ticket you are about to receive.. He talks too much and too loudly. But at least he does not talk to himself. At the station say "good. Morgen" To the pigtailed man with his cigarette. The small pigtail on the back of his head has grown skimpy over the years, the time passes, people get older.
The bakery has three people behind the counter, the money is taken by an unfriendly man who is atrociously unused to operating their till. He is curt, and not inefficient:  The big cafe will open again in a weeks time that is something to look forward to. Bring the receipt that the man gives, walk the indicated two metres along the counter, and collect the coffee, already finished by a young man, rolling his eyes at his bosses antics.
For a charge, board the first half of the train, the part that is already in the station. It is still empty. it will fill later. A family with suitcases arrives, straggling down the corridor, parents and one child. They are joined by an acquaintance, and they all talk loudly about office work, train timetables , holidays. They are most properly and most perfectly attired, new shoes, bem cuidado.
And so the train proceeds, stops at Moosburg, the flats left and right of the river Isar passing by the window.
Wednesday, another workday.





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For a charge, board the first half of the train, the hart that is already in these ten. Tlt is still empty. it will fill later. A family with suitcases arrives, straggling down the corridor, parents and one child. They are joined by an aeqliantavee, and they all talk loudly about office work, thintwnetableg, holidays. They are most properly and most perfectly attired, new shoes.
And so the train proceeds, stops at Moos Bury, the flats left and right at the v war I SAR passing by the window.
Wednesday, another workday.