A grunt understood

Mon, 8th of October

Be awakened at five by the sounds from

the tablet on the butler stand by the bed.

get up, go to the bathroom, stand before the

mirror, brush the teeth,

select the clothing for the day, go into the

sitting room searching for the glasses. There

they are, carelessly put down on the table last

night. Put the glasses on, and take up the

two plates left lying about last night.

Leave them. in the kitchen. The cat looks up

with a lazy stare. She is not in a mood

for food today, she stays on the sofa, just

looking.

Read the news on the telephone, wait

for the bell on the church tower of saint

Martin's church to sound.

There is fog over the river, the headlights

of the cars make long fingers of light in

the air, even the headlights reflected in the

windows of the hotel on the opposite Bank of

the river do this. There are criss-crossing

beams of light everywhere.

The bog cotton man wishes a good

morning, in german. The "guten Morgen"

is truncated to a grunt. A grunt understood.

Pay the bus driver, sit down in the rear

part of the bus, behind the concertina-like

joint. sit there, watch people get on and off

 at the four stops. There is the black

women with the very long hair, she is wearing

her monday trousers, black and white camoflage.

The station is quiet, the smoker is not at

his usual place. He is chatting to one

of the bus drivers. No good morning from him today.

Montag, and let us see, what the

week will bring.