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The son has red hair and a face with spots of teenage acne. He is wearing a green tee shirt, and is eating cereal and milk from a bowl that is blue on the outside and white on the inside.
At the other end of the sitting room table.
At seven fifteen.

in the morning.
Breakfast !
Café da Manha
le petit dejeuner.
A sept heures, c'est vraiment petit.

And the day has begun out on the street. the rubbish bins have been collected and emptied.
Sit at the computer at an open window, still wearing the night clothes.
The decadence of it!

This is the luxury of the last years annual holidays taken a year late.
And just staying at home.
The son has finished his cereal
There is the sound of building workers outside, plastering the facade of a house down the road.

And there is a day of work ahead, repairing the own house.

The villains in the world are distant, the scientists at work to
obrigado

shovels in dirt

On the first day of the holidays, the annual holidays from work, relax now, relax.

There is no alarm, it was turned off yesterday.

Make a cup of coffee, the first up, the first person awake.

The son is sleeping on the couch again, why does he get up in the middle of the night and lie down on the couch in the sitting room?

The cat is nowhere to be seen, it raided the biological waste in the night, made a mess, there is a fishead on the floor, a head attached to a fishy spine.

Read what news there is on the computer, not much is happening in the world. The British and their Brexit, just realising that nobody really cares; and the Americans with their President, realising that everyone is like trying to keep a straight face in the presence of a clown. The Germans moaning about their leader and the lack of change, but things are going well, so any change would probably be one for the worse.

Politics.

There are sounds now from a neighbouring house, building workers have started their day, the clinking of metal on brick, the sound of shovels in dirt.

The water is cool and pleasant.

Awake to a feeling of fuzziness, the hiss in the air, the sound of Sunday silence from the open window. It had rained during the night, and it is cool now. Sit up at the small desk in the bedroom,  it's door folded down to make a writing surface, all the little drawers and the big space in the middle.

Read about the tension in Europe, the disgrace of America and the sly pleasure of Russia.

Leave the computer, go for a wash and a shave. Take a shower too, try to wash off the tense feeling on  the skin that has been tanned and burnt by the sun.

The water is cool and pleasant.
The air dryer in the bathroom starts it's work, reduce the humidity to keep the walls dry so that the mould that loves the damp will find no purchase.

Dressing for the day in the bedroom, the cat opens an eye and makes a kittenish sound, a high pitched mew. Perhaps the domesticated animal has never grown up, sentenced to live it's life in the golden cage of being a humans pet, making the best of being part of an interspecial family. The computer has marked that neologism in red, meant to say a relationship between species. The computer probably knows the better expression, may you be begged for understanding.

The cat food in the refrigerator, the cat paying close attention. Two spoonfuls on the plate, the son leaves his computer to comment on the quantity of food consumed by a thing called cat. He had to clean the cat tray the evening before, he has a certain interest now in cat food consumption and processing.

He has taken a shower and is now drying his long hair with a hairdryer. The noise is the end of the peaceful morning.

The town is awakening now, it is shortly before eight 

sound of drills and hammers

the smell of a hot day coming, drifting in through the window. It is not hot yet, but it will be soon.
And remain in bed with a backache then get up.
The cat is there, the cat wants attention,it wants food.
It nuzzles at the furniture, stroke the fur on it's head, scratch it behind the ears.
Purr.
Bathroom, wash the teeth. Try to take the tightness out of the face using cold water.

Take the computer to the living room table.
The son is asleep on the couch.
He has been there a number of times in the past days. Perhaps he prefers it to his own bed.

Read the news, the germans, the European Union, that American dealer in buildings and simple truths, the British attempts to preserve all their advantages, and to take as much as possible, to stay and to go at the same time.

Now the son wakes up and says good morning.

And the noise in the street has started. A group of weekend building workers have started work on the house down the road. Cars pass, there is the sound of drills and hammers.

Already

The cat is active, rubbing it's head against a chair, a bed leg. It sits outside the bathroom waiting untill a damp human energies.
Put on the clothes, a fresh shirt in pale green today, short sleeved as the day will be hot.
Feed the cat. The cat takes a few bites from the cold refrigerated cat food and goes elsewhere. Wait for it to warm up.


Now, in the railway station, an announcement. The train on platform one from Mühldorf is arriving. It is time to get up from the coffee table in the station cafe, and to go to the platform number six. On the way, there is an announcement that the train will be delayed for about five minutes, the train from Mühldorf. Think of all of those unfortunate passengers who will not make the connection.
The sun is well over the horizon, shining red, silhouetting the trucks, the buildings , the bridge. The tracks gleam red and oronge. The train from Passau is arriving, passsing the building site that is platform number seven.  The building site that is nearing completion.



On board the train, there is a man helping his wife pack her baggage in the spaces provided. He gives her a kiss and a hug for a goodbye, just as the train starts to move. He panics, fearing that he will now have to take a short journey to the next station, locked into the train. Another passenger explains that the train is only shunting, to couple with the train waiting further down the platform. The doors will open again, to let him out.
 Laughs all round.


This is the last day of work before the long holidays, four weeks of no trains, no going to work.
get up in Freising, and follow a young woman white plimsolls, a short skirt and a maroon-colored top down the aisle of the carriage, between the seats, to the exit of the train. See the people outside the carriage door bunch into a crowd, eager To. tobe the first to board the train, eager to claim any free seats available. Leave the train, go down the steps to the underpass tunnel, turn left, then take the next stairs on the right up to the platform.
> get on board the waiting local train, and find a free seat. There are plenty available, as both the students and the school children are on holidays.

Head

The head rubbed against the wood of the bed the leg of the chair, a loud purring noise. Then against the leg of a freshly washed himan Into the kitchen, go to the refrigerator, open a tin. Put the contents onto the green plastic plate. The cat feeds.
Pick up the mobile phoneand the brown bag, and brush the hair at the mirror in the hallway. Down the stairs, and out into the alley, and take the short walk past the huge church of saint Martins. Walk under the old town gatehouse, through the portal, a gothic arch. There is the sound of tyres on the. cobbles and a car, a small black sedan speeds by on it's illegal way through the pedestrian zone. Say good morning to Dolores, she is on the bench in the bus shelter. She says a return greeting in a high pitched voice..
Say good morning to the bog cotton man, recieve a gruff answer. The bus arrives.

Two at a time

The coffee in the cafe is made, and made. It is over five years now, every working day starts in it
railway cafe. sit on a high stool in the station waiting room, taking the odd sup from the cup past the plastic lid on the paper mug. The table is covered in a thick a ten centimetre block. A sheet of wood, Bald man is making saadwich rolls again, two at atime, one with the left hand and one with the right. He is being ambidextrous The Andrea girl is working together with him, her hair in a thick plait pinned up to the back at her head. She has her dark glasses on too. The crowd at the counter has grown, a bus has just arrived
. A third man joins the two people serving, a large tall young man with his blond hair done up in a neat pomaded quiff, The bald man is making sandwiches
again? two at a time.
It is time to leave for the platforms, the ten minutes are up. The holidays are due to start on the coming weekend, a full month of no cafe, and no getting up so extaordinarily early. All of August.