Today I fled from the bookmines.
Around midday I was sitting in the overheated room and found myself staring at the computer screen. Books to my left. I had forgotten what I wanted to write into the data sheet – a multi volume Weltgeschichte from the 19th century, each volume with a single Untertitel, a decision had to be made how to write it all down into the catalogue … and I realised that I had forgotten my prior decision that was all justified and well-balanced. I was sweating and my brain was empty. Regular readers may state that this is the norm with the author of this brabble and that they only come here for the music, but for me it was a kind of Erkenntnis. I realised that there would be no satisfying work over the afternoon, forget the evening or the night. Alternatives would be a march over the meadows towards the superette to haul in some drinking alcohol, playing pool alone in the basement of a silent guesthouse – or to check the time table and jump into a train towards home: My own bed, my own bathtub, my own kitchen, no mosquitoes … a dream.
As you know I use a bus from Ansbach station towards the institution, simply because the bus delivers me literally to the doorstep of the institution I work in. But there is a train station somewhere that carries the institution’s name, and I saw signs pointing into the woods with the word Bahnhof on them.
It was a fine march over mostly paved ways under shadowy trees, took me just forty minutes. The train arrived on the dot, and because it was the early afternoon one there was space in the waggons and ample silence, even the air condition did it’s job well.
The “city” greeted me with overcrowed pavements, people blaring into portables and generally putting up a nice show – what an excitement to watch. I mean the institution only knows “on” and “off”. And “off” means that the fat farm cat simply lies in the middle of the farm-yard in the shade of a barn at 17:00 – she/he/it would be run over by tractors, cars, bicycles, whatever, in no time in July or September – not in August, vacation time.
The cat btw lays there even in the night when I make my way back, just two nights ago I nearly stomped on her. On further thinking I realise that she choose the place very well, best overview available there.
The heat finally made me give in: It’s simply draining. I can not sleep at night, only in the morning. So I sleep longer as usual (and “usual” is already not very bourgeoise), get up and ready to use around midday, when the heat is building up again. The afternoon is a drag, then there’s the need for a nap, something to eat and a shower, and the computer sees me again in the early night. There should be time and energy to do some work by now, but I am stumbling around the web, because this is the only time the bloody stick works to it’s promises. But it’s still hot, maybe some thunder and lightning, rain even, going’ home for good to catch some sleep – and the torture never stops … the rain makes it even worse. Yes I’m whimpering. Ad that I had good company over the last two weeks.
Finally tonight’s thunderstorm arrived, very nice, very dear, very close, with rain – rain! Wind …
So let’s have it: