first half of the hour

Close the door at the top of the stairs, a rickety creaking construction that needs repair. Go down the stairs, and to the front door, another construction that needs repair sometime.
Outside the house it is raining, there is a white car parked there. Two damp pigeons fly past. Walk on down the road, for some seconds. There is a black Volvo parked there, just as wet as the white car.  A black car crosses, hurrying along the Neustadt. Some seconds later it is followed by a small green car,  then a big limousine, then a white car.
Allow this traffic to pass and cross the road, leave the deserted shisha waterpipe shop to the left, also the tatoo artist's shop. The police station and the museum are on the right.

Despite the rain, there is the sound of a bird calling, maybe it is singing, maybe it is complaining. There is no way of really knowing. Ajust the rain jacket, pull the zipper, go on along the small side path beside the road.

Behind a fence to the left there is a bottle bank and a place to deposit used clothing. Two men are standing there, speaking to each other in loud voices. Both are scruffy, and they are actually shouting at each other. The one of them is wearing an orange pullover and holding two plastic shopping bags full of God knows what. Leave those two loudmouthed characters to their shouting.

The bells toll three times, it is a quarter to seven. The church is in the middle of the square to the left, the square is done up as a small park. A big car rumbles past. There, at last is the little black car, parked beside the office of the church.

That took six and half minutes, between leaving the house and reaching the car.

The radio goes on as soon as the ignition is turned, and thirty seconds later the tight little parking spot is left behind.

Enter the tunnel, there is a beacon warning of a diversion ahead. There are bright close headlights to the rear, a car is following to close.
Leave the tunnel, the final bend, and the road works have caused those traffic lights to be turned off.

Zoom through the last traffic lights before the end of town, because they are green.

The weather is grey green and wet. The sky is grey, and all the foliage is thriving and all the shades of green that it can be.

There is another beacon up ahead, more road repairs, a sign limiting the speed to seventy, then one for fifty. A bridge is being repaired.
Drive around the crane that has been placed there, following the diversion.
And turn on the cruise control at Hofham.
A quarter of an hour after leaving the house.

Pass through the yellow lights at the next road works, the car to the rear follows through, jumping the red light. Ahead, the pricing tables of the Avia petrol station glow red in the rain, they are the brightest thing around.

The radio announces the news on this Friday the fifteenth of May two thousand and twenty. The radio fails at the roundabout, because of some interference.
It is just after seven in the morning, to the left and to the right there are industrial buildings, warehouses, outlets.

And by the time the news is over, the turnoff for the motorway, the slip road, and the acceleration up to a cruising speed, follow a fast white truck down the right hand lande.

Untill it leaves the motorway at the motorway services at Moosburger Au.