The bus arrives at the railway station, get up, and
get out. Walk through the bicycle park, there is barely
a path left to follow. The bicycles have long since
stopped using the provided cycle stands, they are
all occupied. A large part of the station forecourt's
occupied with bicycles, standing on their own
stands and waiting for their owners to return in
the evening.
The smoker is there with his cigarette, and
his rucksack. Wish him a good morning, and
climb the granite stairs leading up to the automatic
station doors.
Inside, go over to the cafe and order a cup of coffee.
There are two young Romanian women serving
today.
Take the coffee to a table just vacated by Norbert
Hedgehog in the cafe. Norbert Hedgehog is the
nickname for a friendly worker who always
wears a blue overall. Or a green one. He
has his name on the breast pocket, whatever the
colour. He has been here since this journal started,
on and off for the last five years.
Sit, drink the coffee, watch the man with the
fidgets, rush back and forth, and get his second
cup of coffee. With the illness of the last few
days gone, enjoy the coffee at the small
table, and start these notes by writing the date
at the top of the page.
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