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Fine is a word I quite hate, I also hate ice, but I do love cup or chair. I certainly love lemon. Words are fun, more than a basket of forgotten kisses or the beginning of summer. Words are Drusba, wich is a word Jan and I made up once.
This morning I was thinking about a story from a bus driver -bus number 7- who, one unexpected day, decided to leave his road and go to the beach with all the people inside the bus. At the beginning everyone was thinking what was happening, Who did this man think he was? But at the end everyone ended happy, playing silly things with the children and even a couple of young adolescents fall in love, listening to their favourite songs and changing their cassettes. It is a true story, happened in Italy years ago. The city is not important. Could happen to you in yours.
Then this morning when I was going to my library to prepare my classes, I thought about this bus. But my driver was focused on his job and he even blink when I was trying with my mind to change his day. Hypnosis didn't work although and old lady tried to steal my purse, she was polite and nice. I saw three stars, and three swans when I was sitting in the window. Then I knew I have to write a few lines about the “The Incredible Story about a Girl in a Box”. Now she is free, and sometimes lost. “But is much better to live like this that inside a box” she said to me while she was pouring a strange blue tea in her cup. I didn’t want to have her tea but I took a blackcurrant cookie king size, bigger than my hand and delicious.

I am reading Hemingway these days and some letters he wrote in Paris. I like the way he chooses words, makes me feel that he didn’t make any effort to do it. And I am sure is the opposite but this is what it seems. I love his style. He is the one to me now, better than blackcurrant cookies king size.