17.07.2017
At five, up, to the bathroom, ten minutes washing, five minutes getting dressed for the day, ten minutes checking the contents of the bag, the shoes, check it all, the wallet, some cream on the nose, must go to the dermatologist again sometime.
At five to six
It seem to be a day of school outings, at the railway station there are young people in crowds, with bags, waiting, excited , but subdued because of the earliness of the hour
at five forty two
The bus stop, as always, that is it, best wishes, good morning, Pigeons and street sweeping machines, two gulls with black or brown heads.
Far away from the sea.
The bus comes, exact change today.
At six:
The school group has consolidated to one corner of the station, around a teacher with a list on a board.
Five fifty.
The girl with her make up at the back of the bus, holding a mirror in one hand and applying colour to her eyelashes with the other. An efficient use of time. The young girl with the Rastafarian hair do, with the many small blue beads worked in, sits at the front of the bus today.
seven to six, roughly.
The smoker with the pigtail, a strict good morning today, and there is a crowd at Yorma's café. The Rasta-girl gets her coffee and her buttered pretzel. Later she is at the dispensers, putting sugary syrup into her coffee.
The train is fuller than usual today, there seem to be more people working. It does not matter, there arm more travelling anyway.
It is now near the height of summer, the days are shortening, and the fields passing by the trains windows are yellow with ripe crops, ready for their harvest soon
At five, up, to the bathroom, ten minutes washing, five minutes getting dressed for the day, ten minutes checking the contents of the bag, the shoes, check it all, the wallet, some cream on the nose, must go to the dermatologist again sometime.
At five to six
It seem to be a day of school outings, at the railway station there are young people in crowds, with bags, waiting, excited , but subdued because of the earliness of the hour
at five forty two
The bus stop, as always, that is it, best wishes, good morning, Pigeons and street sweeping machines, two gulls with black or brown heads.
Far away from the sea.
The bus comes, exact change today.
At six:
The school group has consolidated to one corner of the station, around a teacher with a list on a board.
Five fifty.
The girl with her make up at the back of the bus, holding a mirror in one hand and applying colour to her eyelashes with the other. An efficient use of time. The young girl with the Rastafarian hair do, with the many small blue beads worked in, sits at the front of the bus today.
seven to six, roughly.
The smoker with the pigtail, a strict good morning today, and there is a crowd at Yorma's café. The Rasta-girl gets her coffee and her buttered pretzel. Later she is at the dispensers, putting sugary syrup into her coffee.
The train is fuller than usual today, there seem to be more people working. It does not matter, there arm more travelling anyway.
It is now near the height of summer, the days are shortening, and the fields passing by the trains windows are yellow with ripe crops, ready for their harvest soon
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