repair-A fuzzy yellow and black

18 October 2017

'It is all semiautomatic, getting up, there i no wish to get up, just a requirement. It is what you need to do.

Leave the house, there is a woman distributing advertising newspapers door to door, letterbox for letterbox. She is moving off up towards the police station.

Passing the church, see a young couple in the distance, struggling with bags and suitcases... going by the timbre of the voices a man and a woman.

Down Theatre street, it is foggy today, a light fog. Pass the Turkish fast food shop, ready for the days work early. Pass the new yellow bakery, also ready for the days work, the stuff waiting inside for the day to beginn.

Be first at the bus stop today, watch the bog cotton man approach along the pathway by the river. Dolores is approaching, under the archway of the town gate. Say good morning to each of Them.

        A young woman approaches, asking for a taxi. She is speaking every broken German, interspersed with a few English words.. On the requests of whether she would prefer to speak

English she assents. Her English is a bit better than her german. They, she and her partner, want to go to Munich. They do not care whether by bus or by taxi.

Let them wait for that bus, due in three minutes.

It will take them to the station.

Later, at the station, there are bicycles everywhere.
Say good morning to the pig tailed smoker, the mans pigtail is growing to a pony tail in the meantime.


In the cafe, the bald shaven man gives the coffee.

The waiting room, sit down. It is full of men wearing orange overalls, men that work on the roads. The colour is for safety, it makes them more visible.

The one warns of a wasp on the head.
Then the wasp crawls down onto the surface of the glasses.
A fuzzy yellow and black
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