Thursday 22.3.2018
The glasses dissapeared, not to he found in the early morning. Search the whole flat, they are nowhere. Panic at the thought of being late.
Then find them on the ground beside a cabinet in the hall. It is good that they are made of plastic and that they are light. They have not broken.
Far from being late, it is early today. Five minutes early. So look at the phone. Read the news. Mark Zuckerberg and his facebook are in a bit of trouble. They have been showing data to the wrong people.
Leave the house, the weather is still cold. There are batches of snow at the side of the streets and in the gutters. at the bus stop,
At the bus stop, or rather in the park by the bus stop there is the man feeding the ducks. He is making a sound as if he is feeding chickens, a "cheep cheep" sound. This does not seem to worry the ducks at all. They quack and waddle, picking the breadcrumbs from his bag. They do not care if somebody speaks to them in chicken. A flight of five pigeons birds and starts to pick the smaller crumbs. The man just seems to like pretending to be a poultry farmer at five thirty in the morning.
Later on, after the bus ride, after having wished the smoker in front of the station good morning, watch the confusion behind the counter in the cafe. The women are squabbling, ignoring the people waiting for service. The young woman are arguing in some south eastern European language. The bald man with the beard is not there today.
Sit in the waiting room untill the small diesel train from Miihldorf is to be seen outside the cafe window. It always arrives on platform number one, it is a noisy small diesel train.
In what is meanwhile a bright sunny morning, go on out to the platform via the underground tunnel, look out over the tracks and sidings, admire the view. Watch the train arrive, sneaking along the tracks slowly. The arriving train always couples with the train waiting at the platform, so it comes in very slowly. It would not do to ram the waiting train, would it?
so it sneaks in
at walking pace,
opens the doors to let the people out,
closes them again,
and inches the last few metres to complete its coupling.
The glasses dissapeared, not to he found in the early morning. Search the whole flat, they are nowhere. Panic at the thought of being late.
Then find them on the ground beside a cabinet in the hall. It is good that they are made of plastic and that they are light. They have not broken.
Far from being late, it is early today. Five minutes early. So look at the phone. Read the news. Mark Zuckerberg and his facebook are in a bit of trouble. They have been showing data to the wrong people.
Leave the house, the weather is still cold. There are batches of snow at the side of the streets and in the gutters. at the bus stop,
At the bus stop, or rather in the park by the bus stop there is the man feeding the ducks. He is making a sound as if he is feeding chickens, a "cheep cheep" sound. This does not seem to worry the ducks at all. They quack and waddle, picking the breadcrumbs from his bag. They do not care if somebody speaks to them in chicken. A flight of five pigeons birds and starts to pick the smaller crumbs. The man just seems to like pretending to be a poultry farmer at five thirty in the morning.
Later on, after the bus ride, after having wished the smoker in front of the station good morning, watch the confusion behind the counter in the cafe. The women are squabbling, ignoring the people waiting for service. The young woman are arguing in some south eastern European language. The bald man with the beard is not there today.
Sit in the waiting room untill the small diesel train from Miihldorf is to be seen outside the cafe window. It always arrives on platform number one, it is a noisy small diesel train.
In what is meanwhile a bright sunny morning, go on out to the platform via the underground tunnel, look out over the tracks and sidings, admire the view. Watch the train arrive, sneaking along the tracks slowly. The arriving train always couples with the train waiting at the platform, so it comes in very slowly. It would not do to ram the waiting train, would it?
so it sneaks in
at walking pace,
opens the doors to let the people out,
closes them again,
and inches the last few metres to complete its coupling.
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