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.
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.
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