Life has unlimited transport network season ticket – Diana Popescu

Usually, we are annoyed or mad due to the interaction, through life, with other passengers. Nevertheless, Diana Popescu reminds us that life (just like public transportation) happens while we are busy making sure we don’t miss the next stop – according to the wishes and will of success of each of us, whether it’s health, money, that villa with that pool, and other complex wishes that make not the purpose of this post (and hence my mentioning only the mundane ones).

I imposed it on myself to go through the book patiently, a couple of chapters at a time. I enjoyed the recounted experiences that were classified by names of verbs in infinitive, which I felt as a recommendation to stop and pay more attention to things, generally.

I laughed, got mad, got sad or even emotional, but absolutely none of the stories left me indifferent. And hence the reading in slow motion.  

And as a means to recommend the book, here are some excerpts:

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A very beautiful schoolgirl, with dark hair and wearing a ponytail so long that it reaches her waistline, gets on the bus together with a grumbling grandma.

‘Should I get my backpack off my back?’, asks the girl.

‘Leave it there’.

‘But I am hindering the other passengers…’

‘Don’t you worry!’

The bus is full. After the next stop, grandma becomes sulkier.

 ‘This fatty is really stepping on my nerves with his backpack!’

The girl asks again:

‘Should I get my backpack off?’

‘I have already told you to leave it there, why do you keep pestering me?!’

The girl gives up, perplexed. Sometimes one must educate oneself, in spite of the good family upbringing.

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The truth is that it may be true, but it is still a lie!

Out of nowhere, we hear the voice of this man wearing a face mask as if a mustache. Utterly encouraged by his words, he continues, loud enough for anyone on the bus to hear:

‘Do you think that back in the days people did not get colds? Of course they did! And they would take it from each other, as well. And it did not end with that, even hens would get colds! Once a week, my mom would check the hens and see which one got the cold. And then she would kill it and boil it. The boiling cures everything!

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