angry expression and a red face

mon 23 october

It's cold outside outside of the bed. Winter has come, a time of general discomfort.

Take the light jacket, heavier trousers today. Pack the bag, remember to take the old book on radios. Leave the house, it is dark and foggy, the fog obscuring the street lights slightly, giving the old fake lanterns a halo.One of the street doors opens, a man pushes his bicycle out into the street. He puts the bicycle onto it's stand, and returns to close the door. He is wearing a plastic cyclist's helmet, one that covers his ears. He passes later on, at the church. 
At the bus stop, there is Dolores, doleful, and the bog cotton man. Say good morning, quietly. The Teachermann is there too, quite the usual gathering. On board the bus, there, pay the driver. sit, there is a girl opposite, staring for some reason. Try hard not to stare back, that would be rude. She may staring at somebody behind, at the front of the bus.. Before halting, long before the bus halts, a man gets up from his seat. He has a suitcase with wheels and an extendable grip. He is clumsy, must insist on pulling the thing behind him on the bus, with hardly room for anyone to get by. He does not take his case by the grip, he does not care whether or not he blocks the passage with his luggage.

On the station forecourt, say the mornings greetings to the smoker at the big ashtray. The cafe is crowded, croatian and italian building workers.

Later, on the way to the platform, a man with one of those trolley suitcases. He takes it down the stairs, pulls out the handle, and falls over the suitcase.
It is unclear how that happened.
He picks himself up and proceeds.
With an angry expression and a red face.