Friday, end of August
The sound of the small bell, the one from
the big Jesuit church. Then the deep tolling
from saint Martins bells. It is half past,
on the street already. In the dark, the dry cobblestones reflecting the lamplight. A matt grey shimmer.
Opposite the Angels stamp collectors shop, realise that the wallet is not in the pocket where it should be. Turn around, go back to the blue house. lhdwh the red door, go up the steps, bedroom. Yex. there it is, on the writing desk. Forgotten. But needed.
Return
Hurry out of the house for the second time this morning. Hurry, so as to be in time for the bus. The Mare is bakery ran, yellow and white, is blocking half of the road at the town gate. There is a smear of sugar and flour, a bakery smell. They are hard at work unloading The half-baked bakery products to be for sale to passers-by during the day. Teaohemam arrives, dressed in shorts today. Everything is back on time now. The bus arrives, there is a young driver with red hair today.
Let
the teacher on board first, he is not a teacher really, but some kind of municipal employee. He shrugs, and goes ahead. Pay the driver, she gives change. A smooth journey, she drives well. The station forecourt is bare, there is no smoker there.
get a large coffee in the cafe, it is now quarter of an hour since that blue and white pill had been taken. stand there in the cafe, sup coffee, write the beginning of these notes.
.
Monday, and what is the date? It in the twenty eighth of August The girl in the cafe has big glasses with black rims, all according to fashion. she forgets to put on the coffee. there are so many people, all impatient, coffee, cappucino, latte, cigarettes, everything.
Hear an announcement, that the train is due to leave from another track, different from the usual. This does not matter, it is the same platform, the same as Friday. Just the other side. The train is delayed, it leaves late, and it is light by the time it moves through the foggy landscape at the river banks on the way to Moosburg.
Opposite the Angels stamp collectors shop, realise that the wallet is not in the pocket where it should be. Turn around, go back to the blue house. lhdwh the red door, go up the steps, bedroom. Yex. there it is, on the writing desk. Forgotten. But needed.
Return
Hurry out of the house for the second time this morning. Hurry, so as to be in time for the bus. The Mare is bakery ran, yellow and white, is blocking half of the road at the town gate. There is a smear of sugar and flour, a bakery smell. They are hard at work unloading The half-baked bakery products to be for sale to passers-by during the day. Teaohemam arrives, dressed in shorts today. Everything is back on time now. The bus arrives, there is a young driver with red hair today.
Let
the teacher on board first, he is not a teacher really, but some kind of municipal employee. He shrugs, and goes ahead. Pay the driver, she gives change. A smooth journey, she drives well. The station forecourt is bare, there is no smoker there.
get a large coffee in the cafe, it is now quarter of an hour since that blue and white pill had been taken. stand there in the cafe, sup coffee, write the beginning of these notes.
.
Monday, and what is the date? It in the twenty eighth of August The girl in the cafe has big glasses with black rims, all according to fashion. she forgets to put on the coffee. there are so many people, all impatient, coffee, cappucino, latte, cigarettes, everything.
Hear an announcement, that the train is due to leave from another track, different from the usual. This does not matter, it is the same platform, the same as Friday. Just the other side. The train is delayed, it leaves late, and it is light by the time it moves through the foggy landscape at the river banks on the way to Moosburg.
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