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.
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.
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