11 July 2017
service in the cafe today by a blond haired young man, a blond young smooth face, pale skin, rosy cheeks, hair in a quiff over his head. He is just like a 1950's enamel signpost. He is wearing the yellow T-shirt with the blue cursive logo on it. He is neat and friendly.
The man smoking in front of the station today had a comment to make, on the quality of the train service. He normally only says good morning' in German. Something is different today. sit at the table on one of the more comfortable high stools, at the table in the railway cafe. The day today is grey, because of the fog, the mist over everything. The sun is just rising, the goods waggons in the railway station are lit by a ruddy light, the fog- filtered early sun. And the people line up in front of the cafe counter, service is slower today, a bus must have been delayed.
Remember the many pigeons in the town and at the bus stop, the pigeons flocking around the man feeding them, as he does on many days. He is the same, of short wide build who shouts his opinions to dolores. She is there today as well. she did not board the bus, possibly she had been taken a lift without anyone noting.
The train arrives on time it is shorter today. Perhaps there is a high demand elsewhere in the country, perhaps there have leen breakdowns. This is all governed by 'perhaps I supposition and assumption.
The train moves slowly through the landscape covered in its early morning fog, the harsh direct rays of the risen sun softened by the water vapour, leaving the houses, all painted white in an orange and blue shading, depending an on whether the surfaces are in the sun or in the shade.
The fog-is thicker as the train approaches Freising, the more distant scenery vanishes into a white haze.
service in the cafe today by a blond haired young man, a blond young smooth face, pale skin, rosy cheeks, hair in a quiff over his head. He is just like a 1950's enamel signpost. He is wearing the yellow T-shirt with the blue cursive logo on it. He is neat and friendly.
The man smoking in front of the station today had a comment to make, on the quality of the train service. He normally only says good morning' in German. Something is different today. sit at the table on one of the more comfortable high stools, at the table in the railway cafe. The day today is grey, because of the fog, the mist over everything. The sun is just rising, the goods waggons in the railway station are lit by a ruddy light, the fog- filtered early sun. And the people line up in front of the cafe counter, service is slower today, a bus must have been delayed.
Remember the many pigeons in the town and at the bus stop, the pigeons flocking around the man feeding them, as he does on many days. He is the same, of short wide build who shouts his opinions to dolores. She is there today as well. she did not board the bus, possibly she had been taken a lift without anyone noting.
The train arrives on time it is shorter today. Perhaps there is a high demand elsewhere in the country, perhaps there have leen breakdowns. This is all governed by 'perhaps I supposition and assumption.
The train moves slowly through the landscape covered in its early morning fog, the harsh direct rays of the risen sun softened by the water vapour, leaving the houses, all painted white in an orange and blue shading, depending an on whether the surfaces are in the sun or in the shade.
The fog-is thicker as the train approaches Freising, the more distant scenery vanishes into a white haze.
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