Forth

leave the louse on this clear-skyed morning, walk over the cobbles surfacing the alley. Pass the church, cross the market, walk down past the perfume shops, The shoe shop, the jewellers. The road is taken by a man in a noisy car, a large offroad white with chromium-plated wheels. The car moves in fits and starts, it appears to have to much power to move slowly The driver leaves the vehicle and goes to the bakery. It seems that the rules of the road are less applicable to him than they are to others.
Say' giad morning' to Dolores, she is all smile today. she is on the seat in the bus shelter, much the same as on most days. The bog cotton man is there too, he wishes a good morning.
The large offroad mercedes. the one with the chromium wheels, drives up the pedestrian zone at high speed and forcibly introduces itself to the heavy traffic on the main road, causing another to brake. This is followed by another car, a smal black family car, also speeding over the pedestrian zone, and entering the main load at a very high speed, but in the direction opposite to the Mercedes. The bog cotton man rolls his eyes and says "lauter verruckte-'what a load of madmen". He may be right. and think about this for much of the train journey to Freising. What are people communicating with their cars? Is the message simple or more complex? Does it deserve to be noticed and taken seriously or is it a simple nuisance?
At Moos burg, the train halts to pick up more commuters. They all talk in loud voices, they have much trivia to tell each other.