work

leave the car in the third space from the end of the small side road that leads to the main entrance of the faculty.
The cleaner is there already, he has a bronze-coloured car, and the professor beside him, his large silver SUV parked beside him. Then the small black insignificant car. Close the door, lock up with the remote control on the key.

The walk down to the entrance of the basement is short, a small flight of concrete stairs, and a steel door with a window in it. Inside, long corridors, brick walls, red brick-shaped tiles on the floor. There is a grey box to the left of the entrance, and it reads the chip in the keyring. Work time has started.

First, visit the bathroom.
It is a quarter past six.

And then walk down the long corridor. There is the sound of vacuum pumps in the laboratories to the left, some work on the fundamentals of matter, or the use of discoveries, all things that require a vacuum to be studied.

Take a right at the end of the corridor, and then take a left. Another steel door, and a stairway up to the first floor. All in red brick, all visible. Another steel door.
Another corridor, and opposite, a wooden door with the picture of a rose taped to it.
That is the place of work, a room, a window, a heating system.
It is cold, the small window inside had been left airing over the weekend.

Take off the jacket.
Work today.
Preparing for a new machine, to be delivered later.
Sun outside.
Turn the radio on.
Today is the first day of a short working week, only two days long.
Wednesday is the operation
and the rest of the week healing.

At least.