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What do you see from the bus?
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magine, one of the first things I did when I first moved to London was to get on the top floor a red double-decker bus. Almost ten years later, I still go up the stairs with the same swift step.
You see, being able to watch the world from a high place matches a privileges I can only relate to the God concept they tought me when I was little, watching every little sin we commited from above. Not comparing myself to that, of course, but how about Queen of the double-decker?
From my above level throne I can see all the things humans do when they think no one is looking. From my throne I have seen you sigh, kiss, do that little dance, look at someone with desire and yes, do something a bit illegal. I have seen you admiring your new shoes while sitting at the bus stop thinking how beautiful your feet look like. I have seen you trying to teach your granddaughter the colours of the traffic light. I have speculated that you two must be sisters as you do exactly the same type of walk.
And then, sometimes, you have noticed that I’m watching you and have looked back. And I’ve shrunk and hid behind my window, because it’s only then that I realise that I can’t possibly know all your secrets and your stories. And that I don’t really know you and might never see you again. But then… Can you blame me for guessing?
And how about you? What do you see on your bus ride?
