Writing in the morning is not really possible anymore, this is now the early afternoon. It is one o`clock. A police horn sounds as the vehicle leaves the police station in a hurry.
Then there is Sunday silence but for the talk of the neighbour.
The man from Argentina was loaned a hundred and fifty this morning to enable him to carry on with his life until his next remittance from his pension funds. It is worth doing small favours to help people. Somebody else may help in return.
It was a pleasant time in the café, with all of those inexpert helping hands slowly preparing the orders. It is no longer easy to find experienced workers, so inexperienced ones are getting their chance
Now it is a quarter of an hour later, things are quiet,
The flat is relaxing.
Desparation is setting in again. It will become necessary to do something soon again.
The silence outside is near total, but for the distant rumble of an aircraft.
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