Up early and the brother in the next room is up early too, he was up earlier, he had to go to the loo. Silence the alarm and put on the clothes ready to go, the brother returns and hear him dressing in the next room also.
And there the two brothers wander through the foggy town to the car park where the younger brothers big car is parked. On the way there is a bakery, open on a Sunday. There is a baker working in a glass enclosure, actively making bread, which is sold at the counter. Get two cups of coffee and two croissants and it is now half past six this Sunday morning. Watch the baker work, steadily and unhurriedly making all the different types of bread by the tray-load, early for breakfast on a Sunday morning. He is an older man, and has a steady routine that could lead to a trance in the spectators.
But when the coffee is done the brother has to leave and drive to Salzburg.
He has an appointment at half past nine.
Return home, return to the cold rooms in the corner of the house.
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