course

the son in the cafe again, standing indecisive before the counter, trying to make up his mind as to what he wants.

He picks a strawberry flan

And a milky coffee.

There is an old lady there, she lives in the Binder gasse, a neighbouring alley, just by the police station.

She spends time explaining how much work it is keeping an old house.

Walk through the market, stop of at the bank. Collect some money from the telling machine, then walk down to the river.

Sit down at the waters edge, watch the sleeping ducks.

And the days just drift on in their steady depressing course,