a weight to be raised

a desk, over one hundred years old, repaired and resored just a bit, just a little
holding all of the reciepts and odd letters and bills.
all paid
all done

A window, dark in the early morning, then lighter.

And a head filled with dead matter, a weight to be raised from the pillow.

Give up.
That will not work today, because it does not need to work today.

A window, light in the late morning
get up, walk about,
and the illness of the last few days makes the welcome suggestion to return to bed.
There is no need today.

The son brings a cup of coffee.
Today doente, mal, sick, krank.
all these things from mal a tête to dor de cabeca a headache day, a day locked in

But the son is up and doing his homework.
So much to do.

The wife is up
Somewhere in Landshut, looking at the second hand markets.

writing in a black notebook

29th of september 2017
The young woman with the black hair reaches out the change from behind the counter, and is jostled by the man with the beard and the shaven head. She drops the coins and the note among all the rolls and sandwiches under the glass counter. The things are gathered together again, the coins meted out from between the rolls, some caught in a crevice of the refrigerated display. Enormous dark blue-painted nails dislodge them. All coins gathered .Together, they are placed on the glass counter. The young woman smiles in apology. Later, just a very short while later, she hands over the coffee.

Then a plastic lid from the small table, and walk around the serving area to the waiting room. sit down there, at a window looking out over the railway tracks, take out the black notebook.
And write.
Resolve to start the notes in the cafe today, leaving the smoker to his cigarette outside the station. Look out of the window, see that the little diesel train has just arrived. It is at its place,-at the nearest platform.

Time to go, time to move, past an old man putting coins into a sweetmeats dispenser.

Down the granite stairs. Along the tiled corridor. And up another granite stems to the railway platform.
The train is in, there are many people coming down the stairs. At the top, get into the first available carriage. After this the train moves, forward twenty metres, so that it, and the carriages waiting further down the tracks may couple.

Then the train waits again. With a delay of four minutes it moves again, leaves the Landshut railway
station. The windows are black, The light in the carriage is yellowish green.
Inside, some are sleeping, some are reading, one is typing on very flat computer.

And this one is writing in a black notebook, D IN A 5, with a black pen. Friday, the last day of the week.

tidying items on the shelves

28th of September.
The workmen are tearing up the alley again, laying pipes for heating. There is a barrier in red and white with red beacons on it. And a digger parked in the middle of the street. at the church, a large hole has been dug into the road, it is complex to lay those pipes.
It is early, a few minutes after five thirty, stand in the shade of the bus stops's shelter admiring the view across the river.
The lights inside the bus are off, it is a dark vehicle inside, apart from the light from the television monitors. all the faces are to be recognised, everything else is really dark.

The smoker with the pigtail is back in his usual position,-at the ashtray, inside the yellow markings on the pavement outside the railway station.
Smoking his cigarette. Wish him a good morning, get one in return.

The man with the beard and the shaven head is on duty, on service, in the cafe. He has the coffee ready with very few words, he is very fast and friendly, the waiting room is empty, select one of the places equipped with a stool with metal legs, thinking of the wooden stool that nearly collapsed yesterday. The metal stool is good, it has a welded stand.
Sit and write in the empty cafe for ten minutes. Watch the man with the beard at his work, tidying items on the shelves. One of his colleagues arrives - a new face. They start to joke and laugh. Then the man with the beard says that he will go out to have a smoke
He goes.
It is six in the morning now, go out to the platforms. The small train from Rosenheim is not in yet, it must be late. so take the tiled passage to platform six, and from there watch the small train arrive. That little train is not electrified, it rumbles along with a grumbly-sounding diesel motor.
The train to Munich comes in, the passengers for Landshut disembark,  and so get onto the train yet again, find an empty seat and write on.
A t six twenty three, the train arrives in Moosburg.

And at Freising, there will be a change to the local train, the one that is almost always late.

this train rushing along the tracks in what is left of the night

27th of september 2017
at the rear seat at the bus, looking forward, there - a young woman applying makeup to her eyes. The bus is not driving smoothly, yet she applies her crimping tool for the eyelashes, and all the different colours and shadings without a mistake. Holding a mirror in her left hand are the tools and colours in the other. She finishes just as the bus reaches the railway station.
Coffee, there are more people in the cafe than usual... people queue, standing time, cake, coffee, rolls, cigarettes. The girl with the Indian features takes the money, gives a cup of coffee. Take the lidless paper mug to the small table where all the syrups, and the sugar and the milk for the coffee are kept. There is a man in a white linen jacket there, a form of bavarian costume, oak leaves embroidered, green appliques on the collar. He has taken over the whole console for himself and his purchases. So reach over and take a plastic lid, go to the next table in the waiting room. And then see that the lid is broken. Return to the fat white man, still dressing his coffee, and get a fresh lid, one without a tear in its rim.
say 'good morning to the man called Hedgehog, he is just leaving, packing up his things. sit alone, write notes, sup coffee untill six.
Then up, and go to platforms six. Join the crowd striding, shuffling it's way through that white tiled corridor under the railway tracks.
The train is not in yet, it is late. stand well back from edge of the platform, away from the crowd. They are impatient, pushy. When the train arrives, the ones leaving the carriage and thereby arriving get out, them there waiting to leave storm the carriage, only a hairs breadth away from being uncivilized. They all want their usual seats, they are all frightened of wasting time.
When all have boarded, step in, finish the coffee, and discard the empty paper cup in the big bin at the entrancw to the carriage. There are four seats free at a table, so take one and continue to write these notes.
At a table on a train, this train rushing along the tracks in what is left of the night.

covered by pitch black night

26th September 2017

Stand by the river, the river running from those Alps down through Munich, through Landshut run all into the Danube later, to pass through Passau, on past Linz pela Austria.

To the black sea.

There is a hotel on the other side, a glass front, a conservatory with no plants, lights behind this show a huge breakfast room, deserted yet. The light reflects white in the river, glaring on the water. The street lamps are sodium yellow, sodium vapour discharge. Yellow points of light on a pedestrian way along the top of a damn at the small power plant The river has no tension today, it is slack and easy. There has been no rain to feed it in the mountains. So it is slow and sluggish.

A silvery light-reflecting mass of water, running between two concrete enclosures, between houses and streets, wider bridges and railway lines.

In the railway station cafe, there is the girl with the blond Rastafarian hair, dreadlocks in blonde. She is laughing, happy

Maybe she has returned to her technical college. Standing at the counter, getting her coffee. A nice pleasant sight to start the day with. She has small blue beads worked into her locks, it looks good; pretty.

On board the train, later, there is a man with a hicyde, fact asleep on several seats, his bicycle beside him. The carriage is full of sleeping people, some with headphones, some without. The light in the carriage is a yellowish-green fluorescent glare, and outside the window the passinf countryside is covered by pitch black night. 

perfuso a menos

25th of September 2017
The wakening beep in the dark, the beep that wakens. Turn it off before the rest of the house is awakened by it.
Shower, brush the teeth. Shaving was done yesterday, in the late evening.
Put the doctors cream on the nose. It smells of oil, of motor oil, or paraffin. Strange. A yellow pill, for the stomach.  And comb the meanwhile unruly hair.
Find the shoes, left carelessly in the living room yesterday. Put them on whilst sitting on the couch,  the cat awakens and jumps to the ground, stretches, arching it's back,  the sits down on the floor and scratches it's right ear with its hind paw. Then it walks off to the kitchen. A cat walk, curiosity guided.

Back to the bedroom, sit down at the desk, tidy the matters there. The cat sits down at the feet, by the chairs legs, looking up hopefully. Not really hungry, just keen on attention. It is late, five minutes past the half hour. Walk quickly to the town centre avoiding a speedy cyclist coming the other way. There is a customer at that new bakery, he has left his engine running, his car almost directly in front of the bakery on the pedestrian way, on the footpath. Never mind, it is twenty to six, who cares?

Dolores, bog cotton, at the bus stop "good morning", Dolores is grinning. The bus to the station, fast, uneventful. That is all, get a coffee, get the final stump on that discount card.
xxx Free coffee tomorrow! * x x..

The new chairs, or seats, in the waiting room are wobbly, um perfuso a menos, loose parts, cheap. Hedgehog is there, he finishes his coffee, ready to go. 'He smiles, says "good morning". A dry hot day, the day that the day that is to be confirmed that thirteen per cent of the population has chosen a foul mouthed senile racist as their representative.