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2007-07-13, Friday, 07/09

courtyard of the municipal school building Hardau

A sunny day. Students of several classes form a semicircle in front of a makeshift stage on a man sitting on a stool. His flat cap lounging on his head, dangling behind a gray horse's tail. He is singing children's songs in Swiss German, and accompanies herself on guitar. His instrument is amplified by a combo box easily. If he strikes the guitar too tight to distort the overall sound. The children try clap in rhythm, which is not all succeed, whereupon a more occasions following Nachklatschen formed. "What I do not know, white mini goat" that chorus all singing, teaching staff, including enthusiastic. The guitar man shouts to a name and asks the shrimp, whether because today's my birthday. A shy "yes" passes out from the crowd. Immediately sets the singer to a "Happy Birthday" in the greeting song tune all into it. No sooner is the English version sung finished, follow the Italian and the German last. The little boy is happy about this form of musical appreciation. All clap, the boy turns red, the musician continues with its program further.

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2007-07-13, Friday, 07:52 clock

forging Wiedikon, circle 3

"Gömmer hüüt z'Abig ad'Limmat?" Smiles woman with the short shorts in her cell phone inside. The sun is shining from a cloudless sky and the morning coolness warped gradually. Two sparrows hopping about on the bus waiting between the feet, probably in the hope to get a few crumbs of a morning croissant. Two cyclists hurry to have to dart in front of the cars crossing the intersection. An old man in threadbare winter coat sits on the Bank stops and looks after two young girls who run laughing to the 14er Tram. The 33 turns onto the Birmensdorferstrasse and holds. Slowly passengers get in and out, no one seems to be in a hurry. As the bus drives off, leaving only the sparrows.

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2007-07-09, Monday, 6:47 clock

Bremgartnerstrasse, circle 3

morning light, orange-golden colored by the closed curtains falls into the room. On the floor beside the bed is a sports bag, half open. The content flows into the room. Perched on a stool, a tower of about 20 CDs, along with a hodgepodge of keys, a pack of gum, two granola bars, various journals and some clothes.

muffled street noise penetrates from outside into the interior of the home. From the radio drops a bright male voice and sings of the difficulty to approach the girl of his heart. Time to get up. A left foot touches the ground, the right follows. The alarm clock rings for the second time and is gagged. Single blonde hair, standing out from the dark ground light, line the way to the bathroom. The coffee is way stoked. Then in the bathroom radio there, too, now with the news of the young day.

a drowsy face in the mirror, waiting to be awakened. Soon the square space filled with steam, place the individual droplets on freshly dried skin. Tighten comb, make-up.

then the coffee drips dark and intense aroma spreading from the flask. With a quiet hiss dried up the source. Silence. You will hear from behind a mumbled "good morning".

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