dolores' knee

Thursday, May 2.

Leave the house, washed and dried, still damp.

There is a delivery truck, proceeding slowly to one

of the bakeries in the old market street. It is a

pedestrian zone, but the delivery vehicles may

use it early in the morning. For deliveries

only.

The baker shop has a tall stack of boxes in

front of it's shop front, blocking almost the whole entrance. Dolores appears from behind

this stack of yellow plastic boxes, limping steadily, but able to progress.

Wish her a good morning, and inquire after the health of her leg. She says that she is having trouble with her meniscus, and says that it is because she is old. She looks, and says that the tall man

talking to her is young. She also says that she has to

work to pay her way, she started paying into the system too late. And she also says that she

cannot return to Turkey under the current system

of government there, it is a dictatorship, she says,

run by a madman.

The Taxi driver arrives at the bus stop, he

stops to talk with the driver of a taxi waiting nearby

All board the bus, all pay their fares.

All on their ways to work.