Picture shot: bus # 43 - Few tears for tons of smiles
10:07 A.M. She is running to the elevator...but of course it leaves before she manages to open the door. Takes the stairs, rushes to the bus station and doors of the bus close in front of her nose....again!!! It is the same damn 43 bus, coming from 20 to 20 minutes and going to Manastur. She tries so hard to change the hour so the people won't be the same...with the same sad faces, saying nothing. A dead bus. Weather was absolutely lovely, sun was shining...so she is patiently waiting the next bus. 20 minutes from a lifetimes seem nothing to her now, it is perfect time to think of why she hasn't smiled in days and why everything seems to be wrong. Bus arrived and different people were now sitting on the blue chairs. Different people, but same feeling: she inquisitively analyzed each person, no smile, no alive expression on any face.
10:40 A.M.
She is rapidly walking on the alley on the way to the office. Same 3 black cats sleeping one on each other under the tree. She tells herself everyday that she has to take a picture, nobody would believe her...so funny. Sometimes only two of them lay on each other and the other one walking around. Trees weren't blossomed last Friday, now it was all white and pink and distinct scent was in the air
10:45 -20:45
Long day working...Every day seems to be more challenging, and she enjoys it. It started as it has to, with a coffee in the big funny yellow cup. For her coffee has no sense without an appropriate cup. The end of the day was nothing interesting and cheerful, she was tired and started to rain. Of course she didn't bring an umbrella...the sun was shining in the morning!And then..again, she has to take the dead, sad #43 bus to home.
20:50
She was sitting in the bus next to a really "cool" guy...Around 25 and his"cool' friend on another chair. Quite crowded for that hour. Some people going home from work, some trying to find their bus after "celebrating" Easter with a little to much alcohol and some others that are in that bus every single day, just like her. She would almost say hello to those familiar faces, but their bitter sadness don't even let them look at you. No hellos, so smiles. Nothing different this day. Until the fist bus stop...
The only thing that could grab her attention from looking on the window: a baby! People would think she's crazy with her "small obsession" on the little creatures. From that second her eyes were on his and his mothers hand on him. Just fascinated...As usual. The baby started to cry and prattle, but not really making to much noise. He was really little and had only a few months, you couldn't really see just some small cloths and a big mouth crying. Then the girl notices the guy next to her talking to his friend and laughing. They were just analyzing the baby and smiling... They stopped being "cool"!!!...Unbelievable.
In 2 minutes everybody's attention was on the baby and bus wasn't dead anymore. The sad and bitter people were smiling! Every single one of them! How can a 4 kgs of fresh life do this??
Nothing else matters what happened that evening. She was confirmed: you're not really crazy being fascinated by such powerful thing...
10:40 A.M.
She is rapidly walking on the alley on the way to the office. Same 3 black cats sleeping one on each other under the tree. She tells herself everyday that she has to take a picture, nobody would believe her...so funny. Sometimes only two of them lay on each other and the other one walking around. Trees weren't blossomed last Friday, now it was all white and pink and distinct scent was in the air
10:45 -20:45
Long day working...Every day seems to be more challenging, and she enjoys it. It started as it has to, with a coffee in the big funny yellow cup. For her coffee has no sense without an appropriate cup. The end of the day was nothing interesting and cheerful, she was tired and started to rain. Of course she didn't bring an umbrella...the sun was shining in the morning!And then..again, she has to take the dead, sad #43 bus to home.
20:50
She was sitting in the bus next to a really "cool" guy...Around 25 and his"cool' friend on another chair. Quite crowded for that hour. Some people going home from work, some trying to find their bus after "celebrating" Easter with a little to much alcohol and some others that are in that bus every single day, just like her. She would almost say hello to those familiar faces, but their bitter sadness don't even let them look at you. No hellos, so smiles. Nothing different this day. Until the fist bus stop...
The only thing that could grab her attention from looking on the window: a baby! People would think she's crazy with her "small obsession" on the little creatures. From that second her eyes were on his and his mothers hand on him. Just fascinated...As usual. The baby started to cry and prattle, but not really making to much noise. He was really little and had only a few months, you couldn't really see just some small cloths and a big mouth crying. Then the girl notices the guy next to her talking to his friend and laughing. They were just analyzing the baby and smiling... They stopped being "cool"!!!...Unbelievable.
In 2 minutes everybody's attention was on the baby and bus wasn't dead anymore. The sad and bitter people were smiling! Every single one of them! How can a 4 kgs of fresh life do this??
Nothing else matters what happened that evening. She was confirmed: you're not really crazy being fascinated by such powerful thing...
