5. 1.2018
Having finished with the bathroom, gather the clothes, lean over and pat the cat. It is on the bed, asleep. After this treatment, it rolls over onto it's back and starts to snore. Cats are great pets, a never-ending source of amusement.
Return to the bathroom, pick up the watch carelessly left on the ledge above the sink. It is five twenty five in the morning. Sit down for those five minutes, read the news. The Americans are busy destroying their country, so what, it is their country after all. And then, after reading about oil drilling in Alaska, get up and go down the stairs. The umbrella, now dry, is waiting to be picked up at the bottom of the stairs. It has recovered from yesterdays downpour.
The alley's cobbles are still damp, but the weather has changed. It is warmer now. Walk through the town, cross the main street, a pedestrian-only street now. Avoid a cyclist, she is pedalling down the main street in an unwavering beeline. And a woman approaches in theatre street, wearing a hat with a furry pompom on top. It keeps her head warm that is what it looks Ike, anyway. The river is racing under the bridge, rain-swollen, resolute, racing between the stone containing walls, hundreds and thousands of cubic metres of water per second, draining the downpour over the mountains last night... It will calm down again.
The electronic display of the bus time- table shows that the bus will be arriving in two minutes. The teacher-like man arrives, he starts to search his little rucksack, he is most likely looking for change.
Pay the driver, a fare for a short journey, sit down, doze for five minutes in the swaying bus. And then, at the station, hurry to the cafe for a fresh cup of coffee.
The coffee is served by the young women with the moles. She is fast at her job, serving people two and three at a time. There is a man in the corner of the cafeteria, he seems to be falling asleep. Dressed in a workman's jacket, a newspaper spread out before him., bowed over the table, leaning forward, jerking up just as he threatens to fall.. The strange-looking woman with the Peruvian knitted hat is there again. She is looking about again moving her head abruptly, rapidly, taking in her surroundings. She removes her cap, the hair underneath nearly shoulder-length, blond. She looks away, a rapid movement. 4 Carry on making notes, and do not look up again.
Passing the cafe doors again on the way to the stairs to the platform, see that she is staring out the window. Avoid catching her eye, see that the man in the workman's clothing has almost collapsed over the table, his newspaper and his paper cup of coffee before him. He is like the Dormouse in Alice in Wonderland. Does that make the woman with the knitted hat Alice? And were is the Mad Hatter? These are stupid ideas. But there we are, we cannot be sensible at all times.
The train is still bare of the usual crowds, people are taking days off work. Sit down, finish the notes, as the train reaches Freising.
Change, board the local train, two stops and then the little local train reaches Neufahon. Nearly there!
Having finished with the bathroom, gather the clothes, lean over and pat the cat. It is on the bed, asleep. After this treatment, it rolls over onto it's back and starts to snore. Cats are great pets, a never-ending source of amusement.
Return to the bathroom, pick up the watch carelessly left on the ledge above the sink. It is five twenty five in the morning. Sit down for those five minutes, read the news. The Americans are busy destroying their country, so what, it is their country after all. And then, after reading about oil drilling in Alaska, get up and go down the stairs. The umbrella, now dry, is waiting to be picked up at the bottom of the stairs. It has recovered from yesterdays downpour.
The alley's cobbles are still damp, but the weather has changed. It is warmer now. Walk through the town, cross the main street, a pedestrian-only street now. Avoid a cyclist, she is pedalling down the main street in an unwavering beeline. And a woman approaches in theatre street, wearing a hat with a furry pompom on top. It keeps her head warm that is what it looks Ike, anyway. The river is racing under the bridge, rain-swollen, resolute, racing between the stone containing walls, hundreds and thousands of cubic metres of water per second, draining the downpour over the mountains last night... It will calm down again.
The electronic display of the bus time- table shows that the bus will be arriving in two minutes. The teacher-like man arrives, he starts to search his little rucksack, he is most likely looking for change.
Pay the driver, a fare for a short journey, sit down, doze for five minutes in the swaying bus. And then, at the station, hurry to the cafe for a fresh cup of coffee.
The coffee is served by the young women with the moles. She is fast at her job, serving people two and three at a time. There is a man in the corner of the cafeteria, he seems to be falling asleep. Dressed in a workman's jacket, a newspaper spread out before him., bowed over the table, leaning forward, jerking up just as he threatens to fall.. The strange-looking woman with the Peruvian knitted hat is there again. She is looking about again moving her head abruptly, rapidly, taking in her surroundings. She removes her cap, the hair underneath nearly shoulder-length, blond. She looks away, a rapid movement. 4 Carry on making notes, and do not look up again.
Passing the cafe doors again on the way to the stairs to the platform, see that she is staring out the window. Avoid catching her eye, see that the man in the workman's clothing has almost collapsed over the table, his newspaper and his paper cup of coffee before him. He is like the Dormouse in Alice in Wonderland. Does that make the woman with the knitted hat Alice? And were is the Mad Hatter? These are stupid ideas. But there we are, we cannot be sensible at all times.
The train is still bare of the usual crowds, people are taking days off work. Sit down, finish the notes, as the train reaches Freising.
Change, board the local train, two stops and then the little local train reaches Neufahon. Nearly there!
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