2, Jane-<017
sit at the side of the bed, wait for the small clock to sound. Hear all the bells of the town, all with four bells for the hour, and then the alarm beep sounds. One beep, then turn it off. The bathroom, a speedy shower and then a wash, brush of the teeth. In the bedroom again, hear the hells all ring once, for the quarter hour. Put on the clothes, then that is all. Stand in the hall, take the mobile telephone phone from the cradle, do not forget the earphones, put the wallet into the pocket. The cat comes in from the living room, and holds its head up, for scratching, then a short pet on its back. Then the small familiar is off to the balcony, to the cat tray.
Two bells, it is half past. Half past five. It is warm outside, the day will be hot. The clouds are high and thin.
Go down the alley, there are no other people there, apart from some figures at the distant end, leaving the notice station It is time for a shift change now, for them. Working all night. At the corner by the church, just by the Grimm kitchenware shop,
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the same young woman rounds the corner and picks her way through the bicycle stands.. she is wearing very light sports clothing. Perhaps she has been running.
go down to the bus stop, there is Dolores sitting on the bench beside the shelter at the bus stop. Take a picture of the opposite side of the river, there are reflections on the water from the lights in the hotel .
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Later on, at the railway station, say good Morgen to the smoker, white shirt, huge shorts, beige, outside ,at the foot of the steps. The cafe in busy today, but get a cup of coffee after a short wait. And then sit at a small table, ready to start writing these notes. The seat is built like a high piano stool, the sort which you can turn to raise and to lower it. The table is too low to able to write standing up.
The train is in late, a few minutes. This does not matter. The fields by the tracks are verde, some are amarelo with ripe grain, and some have just been harvested, the verge of the tracks is dessicated dry with withered weeds.
sit at the side of the bed, wait for the small clock to sound. Hear all the bells of the town, all with four bells for the hour, and then the alarm beep sounds. One beep, then turn it off. The bathroom, a speedy shower and then a wash, brush of the teeth. In the bedroom again, hear the hells all ring once, for the quarter hour. Put on the clothes, then that is all. Stand in the hall, take the mobile telephone phone from the cradle, do not forget the earphones, put the wallet into the pocket. The cat comes in from the living room, and holds its head up, for scratching, then a short pet on its back. Then the small familiar is off to the balcony, to the cat tray.
Two bells, it is half past. Half past five. It is warm outside, the day will be hot. The clouds are high and thin.
Go down the alley, there are no other people there, apart from some figures at the distant end, leaving the notice station It is time for a shift change now, for them. Working all night. At the corner by the church, just by the Grimm kitchenware shop,
.
the same young woman rounds the corner and picks her way through the bicycle stands.. she is wearing very light sports clothing. Perhaps she has been running.
go down to the bus stop, there is Dolores sitting on the bench beside the shelter at the bus stop. Take a picture of the opposite side of the river, there are reflections on the water from the lights in the hotel .
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Later on, at the railway station, say good Morgen to the smoker, white shirt, huge shorts, beige, outside ,at the foot of the steps. The cafe in busy today, but get a cup of coffee after a short wait. And then sit at a small table, ready to start writing these notes. The seat is built like a high piano stool, the sort which you can turn to raise and to lower it. The table is too low to able to write standing up.
The train is in late, a few minutes. This does not matter. The fields by the tracks are verde, some are amarelo with ripe grain, and some have just been harvested, the verge of the tracks is dessicated dry with withered weeds.
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