dealing with harder times

Get up.
slow today.
Take a shower.
the warmth should help.
Just like a lizard. Return to the bedroom, take fresh clothes from the wardrobe get dressed, be presentable.
The town is dry and deserted, but for the other lone man walking down the main street. He is going to work, he has a white identity tag attached to his belt. The paths cross, the one on his way to the bus stop by the river, the other tagged one on down to the other end of town.

The Mareis bakery at the town gate is lit, a yellow glow. It is a tiny bakery shop, yet it has a wide selection of wares, delivered fresh every morning.
Dolores is hidden in the bus shelter, almost invisible in the corner. She glances up, and gives a tired bow. she is not up to wishing any good mornings today.
The money is counted, ready for the bus driver. Be the last on board the bus. sit down at the very back, try to avoid contact with other people. Being gregarious is not so great at this hour of the morning. In the cafe, the bald bearded man is serving together with the short girl (ela e baixa e gorda) with the big black-rimmed glasses. The two of them get on well together, they are making jokes, talking to each other in put-on squeaky voices. They have a good working atmosphere, she is the boss, the Team leader. That is written in embroidered letters on the front of her uniform T-shirt. Written in small serious letters over her right breast.
Take the coffee cup to the last remaining comfortable low stools in the cafe. Say hello to Norbert Hedgehog on the way. Settle down, to write these notes. There is a haggard man in a green military parka in the corner of the cafe. He is sleeping, his head cradled in his arms on the table in front of him. There is baggage in the form of large plastic refuse sacks beside him, He has a wild wild beard on a thin haggard face, and when he awakens, when his eyes are opened, he looks tired and exhausted. He is a man who is dealing with harder times.
There are holiday makers on board the train again, whole rows of seating are buried in baggage and rucksacks, suitcases in the aisles. The railway company makes no provision for peoples baggage, and the people would probably use no such provision, even if it was available. ×