yesterday I was afraid of my city....
10 o'clock in the evening.mistakenly I took the wrong bus. All the people came out of it in a few stops. now I was riding along the black rainbow of the road without witnesses. Everything looked different. the empty streets, the buildings, the bigboards, the lights, the traffic, the wrong turning point.Though a little reserved, I put my left leg on the sit before me (oops!) as I did on Sunday early in the morning. The trees were gorgeous <a perfect trash>, I wish I had a photocam..The tramlines, old part of the city, broken lights, numerous signs, no people, no cars. Some freaky girl got on the sit near the driver, the roar of the bus now was struggling with the sound of hard rock in her earphones. We got out of darkness into the centre & left the bus driver alone. At once I met some friends here & was not afraid anymore. Life in the centre still existed ) my mission was almost over\a little success. The way to home was a sprint.......... |
