12 July
The rain is pattering down outside the window It is a weak shower. it doesnot splatter. Listen.
Bells in the distance, take a shower.
Tomar banho.
And then put on the clothes on , gather the items for the day. Go out to the balcony to watch the rain, just as it stops.
So there is no need for an umbrella.
At the end of the street, a man with greying hair walks by, there are these pigeons on the pavement, picking between the cobblestones.
Nothing unusual, nothing worth talking about. Further down, near the town gate, a man pushes a small walking aid ahead of himself, an old man, there are plastic bags attached to his perambulator.
He is shouting to the people working in the cafe, being boisterous with his rough drunks voice
At the bus stop, Dolores smiles, says her hello.
The bog cotton man is there, say good morning to him too. Board the bus, the girl with the rastafarian hairdo is there. she is looking well. At the station, say good morning to the smoker, pigtailed, standing at the ashtray.
Coffee at Yormas, standing in the deserted refurbished cafe, then sitting at a table, then writing these notes there.
At six, take the passageway underneath the railway tracks to platform six, climb up the stairs. There is a goods train waiting on the other track, a hundred oil transport wagons, all the round containers in a line, much longer than the platform, vanishing into the distance on either side. There are no markings saying exactly what kind of liquid is loaded, it is not jet A-1, this train is not delivering fuel to the airport.
The Donau-Isar. Express arrives from Passau
This is the daily train, the train to Freising via Moosburg.
The rain is pattering down outside the window It is a weak shower. it doesnot splatter. Listen.
Bells in the distance, take a shower.
Tomar banho.
And then put on the clothes on , gather the items for the day. Go out to the balcony to watch the rain, just as it stops.
So there is no need for an umbrella.
At the end of the street, a man with greying hair walks by, there are these pigeons on the pavement, picking between the cobblestones.
Nothing unusual, nothing worth talking about. Further down, near the town gate, a man pushes a small walking aid ahead of himself, an old man, there are plastic bags attached to his perambulator.
He is shouting to the people working in the cafe, being boisterous with his rough drunks voice
At the bus stop, Dolores smiles, says her hello.
The bog cotton man is there, say good morning to him too. Board the bus, the girl with the rastafarian hairdo is there. she is looking well. At the station, say good morning to the smoker, pigtailed, standing at the ashtray.
Coffee at Yormas, standing in the deserted refurbished cafe, then sitting at a table, then writing these notes there.
At six, take the passageway underneath the railway tracks to platform six, climb up the stairs. There is a goods train waiting on the other track, a hundred oil transport wagons, all the round containers in a line, much longer than the platform, vanishing into the distance on either side. There are no markings saying exactly what kind of liquid is loaded, it is not jet A-1, this train is not delivering fuel to the airport.
The Donau-Isar. Express arrives from Passau
This is the daily train, the train to Freising via Moosburg.
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