Monday, May 7
Two pigeons fly past the huge gothic facade of the church. All those thousands and thousands of bricks, and the tall windows. It is barely light, the street lights are still on. The light reflected from the sky is blue, and everythiong is tinted blue.
Dolores is sitting at the town gate, waiting for the bakery shop to open. There is a duck there which only has one leg on the ground, the other one is injured. How dows the unfortunate bird paddle in the water, with only one foot? Imagine the unfortunate bird swimming in ever tighter circles.
At the bus stop, there is the bog cotton man. Wish him a good morning. A bus arrives, but it is the bus number four, which takes a circuitous route around the villages.
The bus drives on.
Meanwhile, Dolores arrives from the bakery just in time for the bus number one. Board the bus and drive to the railway station, see the smoker there with his ruck sack, just finishing his cigarette.
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