in the distance, there is the stumpy man feeding the ducks and the pigeons. He is under the trees by the little weather station in the park between the town gate, the bus stop and the river. The birds flock about him, happy to recieve, he is happy to give. It will probably not really help the birds, and it will not help the town either.
Walk on, pass the park, and wait at the bus stop. Wish the bog cotton man his good morning, open the wallet to tell out the change for the bus, see that there is not enough there, not enough for the fare.
Give the driver a note, a twenty. He is polite, he does not mind.
Cross the plaza at the train station, goo meng to the pig tailed smoker, standing there with his rucksack. There is a bicycle there with a removed front wheel, it has been there for the past week. The bicycle is locked to a lamp post, the wheel is propped against it.
In the cafe at the counter, wait, then the query, the answer as almost every day, the one with the mole on her chin stamps the card, six stamps now, gives the change, and turns to the next customer.
Wait for the coffee to be prepared, take the paper mug to the waiting room.
Later, out on the platform, waiting for the Munich train to come in, see that they have started to lay foundations for the new platform. They have been working with concrete, so a layer of cloth was put into the railbed to prevent the railbed being soiled by concrete.
Made in Germany, make no mess.
Walk on, pass the park, and wait at the bus stop. Wish the bog cotton man his good morning, open the wallet to tell out the change for the bus, see that there is not enough there, not enough for the fare.
Give the driver a note, a twenty. He is polite, he does not mind.
Cross the plaza at the train station, goo meng to the pig tailed smoker, standing there with his rucksack. There is a bicycle there with a removed front wheel, it has been there for the past week. The bicycle is locked to a lamp post, the wheel is propped against it.
In the cafe at the counter, wait, then the query, the answer as almost every day, the one with the mole on her chin stamps the card, six stamps now, gives the change, and turns to the next customer.
Wait for the coffee to be prepared, take the paper mug to the waiting room.
Later, out on the platform, waiting for the Munich train to come in, see that they have started to lay foundations for the new platform. They have been working with concrete, so a layer of cloth was put into the railbed to prevent the railbed being soiled by concrete.
Made in Germany, make no mess.
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