12 december 2017
Wake, strumming chords from a tablet. Bathroom, shower, wash the teeth, brush them. There is a sound of music again, the son has set his alarm early for some reason. The wife gets up, irritated, to turn it off. The music was not bad, but it probably disturbed.
Downstairs, take the blue waste bin and put in out in front of the door, into the wet cold alley. It should be full of paper., waste paper to be recycled.
There is a man taking his bicycle out into the street. He is leaving de house, the door has a spring unit to dose it automatically, this catches the rear wheel of the bicycle. The man is wearing a black cyclist's helmet, one that covers the ears.
He pedals off then, his body leaning forward ober the front wheel, his hands resting heavily on the handle bars. At the bus stop, there is only the bog cotton man, he is smoking a cigarette. Wish him a good moring . His short white hair catches the lamplight, like bog cotton. Like the bog cotton on the way 'oer the Sally gap, in the Wicklow Mountains.
The bus driver is friendly, even though he has to change a note. A ten euro note is not so bad, says he.
At the station, the big delivery truck is backed up to the steps again. The man with the pony tail and the smoking habit is there too, a rucksack on his back.
coffee served by a noisy effusive young man. He serves three people at a time, he does not get confused.
Later, at the bottom of the stairs, at the start of the passage tunneling under the tracks, there are two federal police persons, a man and a woman. They are standing either side of the passage, scrutinising all passers. In the distance, at the other end of the white tiled fluorescent-lit passage two more are visible, watching people come from the other direction. What is going on? Never mind, go up the stairs to the platform, watch the first half at the train to Munich come in, and pass by. It stops at the distant end of the platform, waiting. Some minutes later, the second partt of the train comes in to the same platform, moving very slowly. It stops, lets the people out, lets people in. Hey Jude! Find an empty space to sit down, and to finish the cup of coffee that was started ten minutes ago.
get up to discard the empty mug.
Wake, strumming chords from a tablet. Bathroom, shower, wash the teeth, brush them. There is a sound of music again, the son has set his alarm early for some reason. The wife gets up, irritated, to turn it off. The music was not bad, but it probably disturbed.
Downstairs, take the blue waste bin and put in out in front of the door, into the wet cold alley. It should be full of paper., waste paper to be recycled.
There is a man taking his bicycle out into the street. He is leaving de house, the door has a spring unit to dose it automatically, this catches the rear wheel of the bicycle. The man is wearing a black cyclist's helmet, one that covers the ears.
He pedals off then, his body leaning forward ober the front wheel, his hands resting heavily on the handle bars. At the bus stop, there is only the bog cotton man, he is smoking a cigarette. Wish him a good moring . His short white hair catches the lamplight, like bog cotton. Like the bog cotton on the way 'oer the Sally gap, in the Wicklow Mountains.
The bus driver is friendly, even though he has to change a note. A ten euro note is not so bad, says he.
At the station, the big delivery truck is backed up to the steps again. The man with the pony tail and the smoking habit is there too, a rucksack on his back.
coffee served by a noisy effusive young man. He serves three people at a time, he does not get confused.
Later, at the bottom of the stairs, at the start of the passage tunneling under the tracks, there are two federal police persons, a man and a woman. They are standing either side of the passage, scrutinising all passers. In the distance, at the other end of the white tiled fluorescent-lit passage two more are visible, watching people come from the other direction. What is going on? Never mind, go up the stairs to the platform, watch the first half at the train to Munich come in, and pass by. It stops at the distant end of the platform, waiting. Some minutes later, the second partt of the train comes in to the same platform, moving very slowly. It stops, lets the people out, lets people in. Hey Jude! Find an empty space to sit down, and to finish the cup of coffee that was started ten minutes ago.
get up to discard the empty mug.
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