Monday, January 15
Halfway through the month, in the station café, a yellow paper cup adorned with blue writing on the wooden tabletop of the high table. The table has a stool in front of it,and on the other side face the window looking out over the railway tracks.
Try to remember the awakening today, after such along and thorough sleep. The night was spent using the breathing mask, again, now that the cold infection has gone. Getting up was confusing, things were not to be found. The cat appeared, rubbing it's head on the chair leg, jumping onto the window ledge, waiting to be petted. Feel the hard bony cat skull under the soft cat fur.
Leave the house for the deserted alley, five minutes late. Hurry through the town, there are others hurrying along in the shadows, cyclists as well. They are all hurrying, only target being to get somewhere on time. The bakery truck rumbles on the cobblestones as it leaves the bakery at the town gates, heading for across town to it's next delivery point.
Dolores is at the bus stop, the bog cotton man is there as well. Wish them both good morning.
Pay the bus driver, and sit far forward in the buse's cabin. And at the station, there is the smoker at the pedestal ashtray out in the middle of the station's fore court.
Estacao e rodoviaria. I will be able to learn more Portuguese during lunch break today. Good.
There are so many things to do, and to look at.
The two young women serving in the café are all smiles today, laughing and happy, talking in some Balkan language to the customers, all building workers. The one looks up in mid smile and says, asks, "a large coffee?", a Balkan "OK", takes the money and stamps the card.
Then hands over the yellow mug with the blue writing on it. The mug has paper corrugations on the outside to prevent customer's fingers being burnt.
Find a seat at the window, wish the man who looked like a hedgehog once good morning on the way to the seat, hi is just leaving. The yellow mug will be finished with on board the train.
And it is finished, just as the yellow lights on the "Netto" store glare out of the darkness of the countryside passing the train's window. Everything is on time today, the day is running like clockwork.
There is a women at the next table, she is sorting her papers, and reading, and making notes on pale green paper. She has hair, long and thick end grey, and seems to be trying to understand a text in small type, written in two columns on white papers of the standard Deutsche Industrie Norm A 4 size. She uses a pencil to underline and annotate. The plastic veneer of the small table in the railway carriage is covered in notes, sheets of paper, printed pages. There is also a grey felt pencil case, one with a zip, and a few yellow text markers.
Halfway through the month, in the station café, a yellow paper cup adorned with blue writing on the wooden tabletop of the high table. The table has a stool in front of it,and on the other side face the window looking out over the railway tracks.
Try to remember the awakening today, after such along and thorough sleep. The night was spent using the breathing mask, again, now that the cold infection has gone. Getting up was confusing, things were not to be found. The cat appeared, rubbing it's head on the chair leg, jumping onto the window ledge, waiting to be petted. Feel the hard bony cat skull under the soft cat fur.
Leave the house for the deserted alley, five minutes late. Hurry through the town, there are others hurrying along in the shadows, cyclists as well. They are all hurrying, only target being to get somewhere on time. The bakery truck rumbles on the cobblestones as it leaves the bakery at the town gates, heading for across town to it's next delivery point.
Dolores is at the bus stop, the bog cotton man is there as well. Wish them both good morning.
Pay the bus driver, and sit far forward in the buse's cabin. And at the station, there is the smoker at the pedestal ashtray out in the middle of the station's fore court.
Estacao e rodoviaria. I will be able to learn more Portuguese during lunch break today. Good.
There are so many things to do, and to look at.
The two young women serving in the café are all smiles today, laughing and happy, talking in some Balkan language to the customers, all building workers. The one looks up in mid smile and says, asks, "a large coffee?", a Balkan "OK", takes the money and stamps the card.
Then hands over the yellow mug with the blue writing on it. The mug has paper corrugations on the outside to prevent customer's fingers being burnt.
Find a seat at the window, wish the man who looked like a hedgehog once good morning on the way to the seat, hi is just leaving. The yellow mug will be finished with on board the train.
And it is finished, just as the yellow lights on the "Netto" store glare out of the darkness of the countryside passing the train's window. Everything is on time today, the day is running like clockwork.
There is a women at the next table, she is sorting her papers, and reading, and making notes on pale green paper. She has hair, long and thick end grey, and seems to be trying to understand a text in small type, written in two columns on white papers of the standard Deutsche Industrie Norm A 4 size. She uses a pencil to underline and annotate. The plastic veneer of the small table in the railway carriage is covered in notes, sheets of paper, printed pages. There is also a grey felt pencil case, one with a zip, and a few yellow text markers.
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