The alley is dry, and there is the sound of an
early jet arrwaft approaching Munich Airport.
A cyclist approaches, he is wobbling, perhaps
he is not entirely awake yet.
At the corner of
the street there is a new soup kitchen, and there
is the woman and her bicycle who delivers the
newspapers. The basket on the carrier 't fall
of the Landshutr Tagdlat, the local piece of
Journalism.
Dolores in the bus shelter looks sad and
tired today, she only nods her 'good morning'
today. Slad there, tell out the money from the
muse ready for the fore. Watch the traffic with all
of its bright headlights as it passes. The basis
early today, let the others board first. There
is a bicycle just squeezing vast on the pammi
The smoker at the station, a jovial 'guten
Morgan" And in the station bidding itself, the coffee
is ready practically before cshivg. The Bung
women serving started the coffee waychire is
soon as she saw the tall grey-haired man
round the corner.
sit in the waiting room, start to write this
page of notes. Hear the fidgety man in the
background talking about false gifts for
christmas. Christmas is no longer far
away, my way.
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