The bus

Stella has a problem, her tire is flat again. My father has bought a new tube and tire for me, I took the bus to work. And to be very honest with you, I like taking the bus. It brings back happy memories of a lost past, Vienna. A rectangle, filled up with a strange combination of people. It gives me a kind of an elevator feeling. The feeling of not wanting to talk, but since I am here, I can listen to everyone else. I read a book, the da vinci code. The first pages are good. If you wonder why sunday was a 4,5, Stella is the solution.