On the bus, I sit comfortably watching the German landscape pass me by. There’s a feeling of warmth (ironically) when I look at the houses outside – it reminds me of something. Something in me, or dreams in me, diffused out, onto the world I see. Almost like, when I see it, it matches a feeling in me and seems like a place for me.
On the bus, I listen to people talking. There are two guys, apparently from Denmark, who just came back from a trip to Amsterdam.
They are so high.
Now they are talking to a guy on his laptop, speakers in his ears, seemingly busy with work, he is on his way to Hamburg. They asked if they could use his internet connection. I like the amicability between them. The openness.
I feel comfortable.
Everyone in here has a story, the witty, pale blue computer guy, the two Denmark Dopeheads listening to their hip-hop music and talking about their ‘trip’, and, quiet others just enjoying their trip. I can’t help but wonder where everyone else is from and where they’re going.
Still, I feel really comfortable here.
I’m thinking a lot about the world outside this bus, looking out at the landscape as it flashes by. It’s brown outside, the trees are barren and bony; the sky is blue and bleak. When I come back inside, the soft hip-hop music plays (respectfully asking if the volume is okay), and the bus seemingly comes alive when people start talking and mingling – strangers on a bus.
We will never see one another again, well that’s the obvious notion isn’t it, when you travel like this. I enjoyed listening to the Denmark Dopeheads, they brought the bus to life and had a journey within a journey – I think one of them fell asleep in the bathroom – he eventually came out.