But coaches dream of electric poles? (original photo of Omar Cousins, 2005)
They say that buses suffer.
All those curves and bumps, and braking, and the doors open and close doors, and go to the terminal - I wonder why that is almost always a pole on the dark street (sometimes seen near the pole two chemical baths with huge brand TOI TOI with little heart, 
pathetic attempt to make it look like a pair of portable urinals Personnel Trambus something "nice").
Certainly the jumbo bus was leaving at 18:00 from Termini Station to go to Montesacro (and beyond), had seen too many. He charged a man in a wheelchair and his accompanist, in addition to the usual hundreds of people standing and sitting. I run in the wake of a young man with black leather coat, thinking, with that coat from Inglourious Basterd , imagine if it fails to climb the three steps of the jumbo. Thus, it is, and I after him. I look around, I noticed that the arrows on the bus were both on (a sign that the engine is warming up to start). Well, fool me mentally hands and wait. The gentleman in the chair Accessibility is in place with his companion, the other waiting passengers, some with phone, one with the mp3 player, who was with the iPhone connected to the earphones. Variously dressed in black shades drawn from the camel (back in fashion this year).
pathetic attempt to make it look like a pair of portable urinals Personnel Trambus something "nice").
Certainly the jumbo bus was leaving at 18:00 from Termini Station to go to Montesacro (and beyond), had seen too many. He charged a man in a wheelchair and his accompanist, in addition to the usual hundreds of people standing and sitting. I run in the wake of a young man with black leather coat, thinking, with that coat from Inglourious Basterd , imagine if it fails to climb the three steps of the jumbo. Thus, it is, and I after him. I look around, I noticed that the arrows on the bus were both on (a sign that the engine is warming up to start). Well, fool me mentally hands and wait. The gentleman in the chair Accessibility is in place with his companion, the other waiting passengers, some with phone, one with the mp3 player, who was with the iPhone connected to the earphones. Variously dressed in black shades drawn from the camel (back in fashion this year).
not notice a small detail.
The platform of the central door fell on the sidewalk.
Every time he moves, as if he had the hiccups, then stands still. Half of the passengers, as they passed the minutes, give seprate looks less distracted and more worried that iron plate supported to pick up people in wheelchairs. Man coats bastard does not know whether or lower remain impassive.
All buses have a shock when he saw the driver standing. For those accustomed to the media pubbblici, that means one thing: going to call for reinforcements because they can not do it to bring up the platform. Which continues unabated to have the hiccups. I pray that no one can think of accusing the man from his wheelchair, for having asked the driver to get that piece of metal that now none of it's sheathe under the double doors.
The driver falls from jumbo.
five phones simultaneously triggered to alert the house. One time they pulled fuori per farli vedere orgogliosamente in giro, ora questa frenesia anni '80/ Wall Street / " abbiamo l'esclusiva " si è ridotta in un ben più mesto "torno tardi, l'auto s'è scassato". E a nessuno viene in mente di pensare a una scusa: le scuse sono ben più gioiose della realtà.
Ora c'è il 50 per cento dei passeggeri a terra che guarda l'autobus come se fosse il Titanic che affonda. L'altro 50 per cento è seduto o è in piedi, ma non se la sente ancora di abbandonare la nave. Infatti nei naufragi per salvare la gente ce ne vuole, e non perché manchino le scialuppe (come it was actually the case of the Titanic), but because everyone is hoping that jumps out at the last minute a driver or repairman Atac with the Superman cape and a screwdriver in hand making miracles.
The platform has the delirium tremens. A girl gets out and tries to place it under the front door, the driver presses the button, the plunger half, drop the suspension ... Nothing. The gentleman in the wheelchair and its companion appear desperate, but not dominant. I ask what time it is all 'Inglourious Basterd, pulling out his cell phone after a few seconds (the clock does not have it any more, I believe that the act of pulling something out to know the time is a kind of return to past, when there were Cipolloni 
linked to the vests from the chains of gold).
linked to the vests from the chains of gold). comes a time that everyone has postponed: The second driver, who tells the rest of the population to get off and wait another half. A woman in a huge suitcase and a huge head of hair even more, it seems the wife of a Hobbit , insists on climbing with all the luggage. The strongly recommend, but fell from the platform shaky man with the wheelchair and companion. The darkness surrounds us all, as if he had been created on purpose. The driver is still trying to fix the platform lost, but now is expected to bring half the deposit. There comes a new bus, and the man in the wheelchair will miraculously manages to come up with all the attendant.
The bus is empty now, with the orbits of finestini quarries and the hanging platform, as with an open crotch. You step closer to a pigeon lady very old, in summer-like slippers Pescura, 
without socks and incongruous with the sunglasses, dragging a cart for shopping. In his hand was a note on the jumbo salt - oh, that Bell'O empty! - Continues to put the ticket in the stamping machine, but nothing happens in the dark. We try to tell her in a low voice No! E 'fault! Not lo faccia! , ma lei insiste dietro gli occhiali da sole nella notte blu di Prussia, col carrellino che le si affloscia accanto.
L'autobus dalla pedana penzolante, forse rincuorato, ringrazia.
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