a bag full of litter has ben left by the last user.

Wed twentieth september

sound sleep, wake to the sound of that clock. Five in the morning, take a shower brush the teeth and comb the hair. Today is yellow bag day there are the heaps of one hundred litre yellow bags in front of all of the houses. Walk. Down church lane, pass the big church, cross old town street, down to the Theater street. A rumble from the right, a car oarefully crosses the cobbled street after waiting to let pedestrians pass. The illuminated gate left behind, arrive at the bus stop. Good Morning, Dolores, good morning, white haired bog cotton plant like man. And now a grey haired business man type of person is there as well. Finally, the teacher arrives. Let them all board, pay the bus driver, and sit down at the back at the bus. Read the news

, Mexico-Earthquake, Trump, madman, violent, threatening twenty four million people with murder, and the dreary list goes on and on. Inside the yellow marking in front of the station building, a square four by four metres, stands the smoker with the pigtail. He must be back from his holidays. He is smiling, and wishing Good Morning. In the cafe, order a large coffee from the young woman of Indian appearance.

she and the bald-headed man are busy today there are more people around than usual. The small table has scraps on its surface, left overs from the last user. A yellow corn seed, and bright red piece of chili, in a red sauce. They are tiny pieces, take care to avoid them. The black notebook on the table, start to write these notes, remember having woken up. "sound sleep, wake to the sound of that clock'-

keep on writing until it is time to go, until it is six, the Rosenheim train in, and the young woman at the next table has finished her satanic salami sandwich and left.

Pack away the book and the pen, take the paper cup of coffee, and leave the station building. go down the granite stairs.

The passageway under the tracks, white tiles, advertising notices for cigarettes and health clinics,spas, services and a timetable.

go slow up the long granite stair to platform six, let others pass. The Train is just coming in, no need to hurry. As soon as the train has stopped, the nearest door opens, and a man bursts out, running regardless. A man in a hurry. On the small table in the carriage, a bag full of litter has ben left by the last user.