It would have been easily possible to sleep longer, to go on sleeping untill ten in the
morning. Reach over from the bed and silence the tablet. An awakening melody from apple.
Shower, brush the teeth. Search for clothing in the wardrobe. And all of this with a brain that has not woken up yet. Pack the brown shoulder bag, pick up the wallet.
Wet alley, wet with rain that fell even earlier during the night. Wish the people at the bus stop their good mornings, watch the ducks fly away in some kind of a duck panic. See them against the lights from the hotel, then hear them splash into the water.
Later, after the bus journey to the railway station, wait at the cafe, wait till the daily order is accepted. Take the cup of coffee past the self service pastry counter, to the little table with the dispenser for the plastic lids. Take one of those, and go to a free table in the waiting room.
It is one of those tables with an overly high, and therefore uncomfortable, wooden stool in front of it. On the other side of the room the hedgehog man is just packing his things. He says good morning. All af these people wishing each other good mornings, it is still night, really. Watch the fidgety man get another cup of coffee in his special cup. And then watch an elderly woman trying to extract some pastries from the self service display cabinet using the provided metal tongs. These tongs are a hygiene precaution, to prevent people spreading germs from their bare hands.. It is an awkward fumbley business, and hard to understand. Customers push up the plexiglas cover to the display, and try to grasp the past ry of their choice with those long longs made of chromium wire. Some are good at this, displaying great proficiency. Others are not so good, they smash a pastry, or drop it, or whatever. The whole thing past makes things take longer.
The Rosenheim train has just come in to the Platform number one, outside the cafe. That means that it is time to go to platform number six.
The railway carriage is full of people with large suitcases, suitcases just placed on the seats-The luggage racks are hardly in use at all.
Find a seat, opposite a young women with red hair and wearing a soft green parka. She has a black bag and is reading from what looks like a many paged novel. The has a black handbag she keeps on her knees, resting her hands on it, the hands that are holding the book. Most of. the book appears to have been read already. She has a small face, and is wearing a small ring pierced through her left nostril. The red hair and the green parka are a nice colour combination.. She has a has a small silver charm on a chain around her neck.
And the train passes Moosbuog, to then reach Frees ing, and that will he , the end of the tourney on the train to Munich.
morning. Reach over from the bed and silence the tablet. An awakening melody from apple.
Shower, brush the teeth. Search for clothing in the wardrobe. And all of this with a brain that has not woken up yet. Pack the brown shoulder bag, pick up the wallet.
Wet alley, wet with rain that fell even earlier during the night. Wish the people at the bus stop their good mornings, watch the ducks fly away in some kind of a duck panic. See them against the lights from the hotel, then hear them splash into the water.
Later, after the bus journey to the railway station, wait at the cafe, wait till the daily order is accepted. Take the cup of coffee past the self service pastry counter, to the little table with the dispenser for the plastic lids. Take one of those, and go to a free table in the waiting room.
It is one of those tables with an overly high, and therefore uncomfortable, wooden stool in front of it. On the other side of the room the hedgehog man is just packing his things. He says good morning. All af these people wishing each other good mornings, it is still night, really. Watch the fidgety man get another cup of coffee in his special cup. And then watch an elderly woman trying to extract some pastries from the self service display cabinet using the provided metal tongs. These tongs are a hygiene precaution, to prevent people spreading germs from their bare hands.. It is an awkward fumbley business, and hard to understand. Customers push up the plexiglas cover to the display, and try to grasp the past ry of their choice with those long longs made of chromium wire. Some are good at this, displaying great proficiency. Others are not so good, they smash a pastry, or drop it, or whatever. The whole thing past makes things take longer.
The Rosenheim train has just come in to the Platform number one, outside the cafe. That means that it is time to go to platform number six.
The railway carriage is full of people with large suitcases, suitcases just placed on the seats-The luggage racks are hardly in use at all.
Find a seat, opposite a young women with red hair and wearing a soft green parka. She has a black bag and is reading from what looks like a many paged novel. The has a black handbag she keeps on her knees, resting her hands on it, the hands that are holding the book. Most of. the book appears to have been read already. She has a small face, and is wearing a small ring pierced through her left nostril. The red hair and the green parka are a nice colour combination.. She has a has a small silver charm on a chain around her neck.
And the train passes Moosbuog, to then reach Frees ing, and that will he , the end of the tourney on the train to Munich.
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