Tuesday January 16
turn off the tablet's strumming sound, and then to the bathroom, shower, and brush the teeth. Put on the clothes, and need to search for the jacket. It is not where it is expected.
The street is wet, the air is damp. There had been rain during the night. No matter at all.
A cyclist with no lights on his bicycle passes by bumping over the large cobblestones, pedaling fast, sitting errect on his machine.
On passing through the town gate, hear the sound of a car engine. Hear the driver change into a lower gear. Continue walking until the gate is past. The driver accelerates and passes,
Dolores is sitting at her usual place in the bus shelter, and a short time later the bog cotton man arrives. A mumbled good morning for him as well. There is a car parked at the pavement. It has its headlamps on, a glaring light. The street lamp that usually is on at this hour has failed today. As soon as the car with the glaring headlamps has moved on, realise that there is hardly any light to tell out the coins for the bus driver by. Start to feel the coins, it is possible to tell them apart. Two tens, and that is it. A ten euro note, there are no euro coins in the wallet. All the other lights are on, just the light in the centre of the street, a pendant hung on wires, is off.
The bus arrives, board, let the three people on first, pay the driver, receive two two-Euro coins and a five Euro note in return. Sit down on one of the cloth- covered seats, checking it first for dampness. Yesterday evening homeward bound, the seat had been soaked in a pungent detergent. That was an unpleasant shock, a wet backside, corrosive detergent.
Say good morning to the smoker at the station, watch as a jovial crowd of building workers storm the cafe. Join that crowd, get waved ahead, and order that large coffee.
And the final episode today is the two girls, young women that board The train in Mosburg. The one has a green book of flute music scores, by Giovanni Battista Samartini. She is also carrying a black case, just the shape of a dismantled flute. They sit opposite talking about their news, they are both very quiet, both whispering. The flautist gesticulates a lot, expressively. The other is quiet and listens more.
The street is wet, the air is damp. There had been rain during the night. No matter at all.
A cyclist with no lights on his bicycle passes by bumping over the large cobblestones, pedaling fast, sitting errect on his machine.
On passing through the town gate, hear the sound of a car engine. Hear the driver change into a lower gear. Continue walking until the gate is past. The driver accelerates and passes,
Dolores is sitting at her usual place in the bus shelter, and a short time later the bog cotton man arrives. A mumbled good morning for him as well. There is a car parked at the pavement. It has its headlamps on, a glaring light. The street lamp that usually is on at this hour has failed today. As soon as the car with the glaring headlamps has moved on, realise that there is hardly any light to tell out the coins for the bus driver by. Start to feel the coins, it is possible to tell them apart. Two tens, and that is it. A ten euro note, there are no euro coins in the wallet. All the other lights are on, just the light in the centre of the street, a pendant hung on wires, is off.
The bus arrives, board, let the three people on first, pay the driver, receive two two-Euro coins and a five Euro note in return. Sit down on one of the cloth- covered seats, checking it first for dampness. Yesterday evening homeward bound, the seat had been soaked in a pungent detergent. That was an unpleasant shock, a wet backside, corrosive detergent.
Say good morning to the smoker at the station, watch as a jovial crowd of building workers storm the cafe. Join that crowd, get waved ahead, and order that large coffee.
And the final episode today is the two girls, young women that board The train in Mosburg. The one has a green book of flute music scores, by Giovanni Battista Samartini. She is also carrying a black case, just the shape of a dismantled flute. They sit opposite talking about their news, they are both very quiet, both whispering. The flautist gesticulates a lot, expressively. The other is quiet and listens more.
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