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The cat sits on the bed, stroke her head, the cat's eyes close. She seems a happy cat.

and finally, at the railway station, there are a few people outside on the steps, smokers and drinkers. It is still a few minutes early, be the first and only person at the cafe's counter. The coffee is black, the card is stamped.
In the waiting room, the fidgety man is arranging things on the front of him. He spends time explaining an electrical device to his companion, a woman with grey hair. He meets her here every day. Then he goes off to the counter to get coffee.

start to write these notes, but there is no heart in it today.

Leave for the platform at a minute past six, the train is in, the doors are open, find a free seat, and watch the fidgety man and his companion further down the carriage. He is spending a lot of time packing bags folding his coat, checking his pockets, arranging his bags and things on the luggage rack. He is fussy and fidgety, speaks to his companion in a high voice, he seems to hold his breath as he speaks.
The train passes a modern ware­house building. It belongs to car manufacturer in the area, it is surrounded by a security fence, floodlit. All around the building there is a large open area of concrete, all lit by floodlights. The building is clean and sterile, it is like a prison camp in some computer action game.