31 July 2017
It is still dark, it is a quarter to five in the morning. A jetliner passes overhead, maybe the first to arrive at Munich international today, wait until the bells tinkle, the alarm beeps, the big bells sound. it is five, get up, sit u, stand up. Go to the bathroom, shower, the teeth were brushed earlier, at four in the morning, a break from sleep, sleep had been broken, broken earlier.
A stream of unconsciousness. It could he called the cat makes its morning felicitations, bag rubbing, head sedating,scratch. The shower is over, find socks in the wardrobe.
Wonder whether the weather would warrant wearing a jacket today. Put on the jacket anyway.out into the alley, the streetlights are still on, bright lights in the otherwise crepuscular drowsy dimness of early morning. Pass the church, there is the man in the brown outfit walking down the main street. Farther on, there is that new bakery shop, brightly lit, getting ready for business..
At the bus stop a man is sitting on the place usually occupied by Dolores - a man wearing white trousers, a Tee- shirt, and busy adjusting his electronic
devices, telephone, tablet, wires, and some other device. The river has calmed down, the floods are reduced. A few tree trunks are still caught in the weir. And the city lights go off.
At the railway station, see that everybody is wearing the lightest of summer year. Perhaps the jacket was a mistake. The coffee bar is busy, a young girl with a Bavarian accent and an Oriental face takes the order, the money, and puts a stomp onto the card. The man with the shaved head and the ward gives the coffee later, his head is freshly shaved and gleaming. Good Morning, and a nice day today too. Take a seat in the waiting room, five minutes, start these notes, sip the warm coffee.
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Board the train, there are holiday makers today with large suitcases,trying to find places to put their bags.
The coffee is finished at Moosburg, fifteen kilometres further on. Get up, discard the paper cup into the waste bin at the carriage doors.. It is brightening outside, the sky blue with contrails cross-crossing it everywhere. The next stop will be Freising, a small dormer town. It will be necessary to change the train for the local train there, for the first of the remaining two parts of the journey to work.
It is still dark, it is a quarter to five in the morning. A jetliner passes overhead, maybe the first to arrive at Munich international today, wait until the bells tinkle, the alarm beeps, the big bells sound. it is five, get up, sit u, stand up. Go to the bathroom, shower, the teeth were brushed earlier, at four in the morning, a break from sleep, sleep had been broken, broken earlier.
A stream of unconsciousness. It could he called the cat makes its morning felicitations, bag rubbing, head sedating,scratch. The shower is over, find socks in the wardrobe.
Wonder whether the weather would warrant wearing a jacket today. Put on the jacket anyway.out into the alley, the streetlights are still on, bright lights in the otherwise crepuscular drowsy dimness of early morning. Pass the church, there is the man in the brown outfit walking down the main street. Farther on, there is that new bakery shop, brightly lit, getting ready for business..
At the bus stop a man is sitting on the place usually occupied by Dolores - a man wearing white trousers, a Tee- shirt, and busy adjusting his electronic
devices, telephone, tablet, wires, and some other device. The river has calmed down, the floods are reduced. A few tree trunks are still caught in the weir. And the city lights go off.
At the railway station, see that everybody is wearing the lightest of summer year. Perhaps the jacket was a mistake. The coffee bar is busy, a young girl with a Bavarian accent and an Oriental face takes the order, the money, and puts a stomp onto the card. The man with the shaved head and the ward gives the coffee later, his head is freshly shaved and gleaming. Good Morning, and a nice day today too. Take a seat in the waiting room, five minutes, start these notes, sip the warm coffee.
.
Board the train, there are holiday makers today with large suitcases,trying to find places to put their bags.
The coffee is finished at Moosburg, fifteen kilometres further on. Get up, discard the paper cup into the waste bin at the carriage doors.. It is brightening outside, the sky blue with contrails cross-crossing it everywhere. The next stop will be Freising, a small dormer town. It will be necessary to change the train for the local train there, for the first of the remaining two parts of the journey to work.
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