Even so, in constructions take place new discoveries, new materials and let’s not disregard the comfort that would make one house different than the other. That’s why, along the houses that I have passed nearby, until now, and the one we get close to now, the differences are huge. These type of differences are kept also among the people from the village?
– Oh, Buia says, it is absolutely normal for these differences to exist, first of all, age differences. The young people are more inventive, they accept easier the new trend and “its utilities”. And, after all, the house that you see is of a driver that is not so “aged” in our village, but he had relatives over here, so “the thin line” broth him in the village. I could describe him in a few words, but as for the time we have I would like to relate you the circumstances in which I met him, with a few years earlier before he came in our village.
– We are “eyes and ears opened”, the citizen encouraged him.
– I was with my family between two villages, started Buia Tomas the story. It was summer and it started to rain. After a burst, it stopped, and a cold enough wind started to blow. In the middle of the filed, in order for the bus stop sign to be seen, a kind of a shelter from plate was built, that the rain had hardly refreshed. The shelter would have been large enough if it wasn’t for …those passengers that used it for throwing or “depositing” all sorts of garbage of the present civilization, exhaling a miasmal smell. In those kinds of conditions we were using the shelter … on the outside as a front against the wind. As soon as the weather was getting better, each of us looked to interpose a bigger distance among us and the “exhaling” smells, impossible to redeem. And as you may know that “no adversity comes alone”, we were forced to change into airscrews, so fast we had to move our hands so that the covey of flies, which were disturbed form their “ambiance”, won’t annoy us. The movements were more from despair than for protection. Although the cold wind persisted and each of us was wet, we moved away from the “protection” that the shelter gave us choosing to get the cold blast of the wind, but that weren’t caring the smell exhaled from the “shelter”. It happened that through the ones that were waiting for the bus, most happened to know each other, and it was like if we were ashamed to wish something to someone in this kind of circumstances, when other fellows of ours, braving the common sense, changed the purpose of a shelter of a prime necessity, from a full filed, in a rest-room. In this station other hygienic objectives were required so that it won’t destroy what already existed.

After the curved the so long-expected bus appears. We were all full of joy seeing it, and especially because it was joined and there will be places for every one. At least that! People started to be agitated looking for their luggage, children, fellow travelers, disposing alongside the road. The bus decelerated and the doors opened. Astonishment; the passengers from the bus don’t even think of allowing the accession of the people from the station, the frozen and wet waited that bus as a blessing from above. The bus holders, formally, tooted along themselves, without any common effect as it was known that in this station nobody gets off. Even more unreasonable was the fact that a person around 40 years old got off looking as if he was making an evaluation of the so called situation. In the end he gives a resolution: “There is nothing we could do here, inducing at the first door”. After that he leaves for one of the doors from behind getting in front of me, when he starts to roar: “Open the door from behind!” In that moment a double trick takes place – the door opens and shuts down – little missing for the guy that I supposed to be the driver, to catch his hand in it. Looking at me he drops: “God damn you! I told you to open not to play any tricks. What on earth are you doing?!” I stare at the guy and I am ready to punch him in the face. After waiting for him for more than one hour in the rain and after that in the wind he “blasts” me? But in that moment all the bus doors open and I notice that in the driver’s “fencing” there’s a woman, his wife after the way he was talking and the way he addressed those “gentleness” thoughts. With a hand movement the guy invited us at the back door. “Hello, Hello!” he was speaking to me this time even though I still could not get in the bus.
– How many tickets?
– Three. I give him the money, he gives me the change, but with no tickets. I thought that it was him, no me, that mentioned the tickets …The guy seemed to me as drunk. Not abusively, but enough as to be aware of the fact that he shouldn’t talk to one’s face, to beware of curious noses.

The first impulse was to stop getting into the bus, but waiting for other two hours in the field with those smells? I got in with dark thoughts. With a baby in my arms I was looking to find a posture in this bus that was looking just like the University Plaza. The young people that were cleared off by the rain, almost undressed, filled the entire bus, taking an improper, the least decent, postures. I would have said that the rain also wailed them away, but it didn’t get them wet as they had few clothes on them. One thing was sure: we were all in a hurry to get home, to be home before six o’clock when the Football Championship from Italy will be broadcasted on TV, a dream came true for us, whom for years had TV shows for maximum two hours/day, with HIM and HER. I stepped ahead, at the front of the bus. Here people from the bus had a different character. Serious people, dressed in casual clothes. A little girl even offered me her seat. I pass it to my wife that takes the baby in her arms. I move forward so the other people could get in the bus. I get in front of a brown man with a fainted face, unshaved, that was holding on an arm four cases of beef cans. He almost dropped one, maybe because he was “more done” than the driver. He was in an aggressive state of mind. I might have not noticed these things, maybe not even him, if in the moment I was around him, he wouldn’t have shouted out: “Let it go!” as if he had to wait for me so that he could give this order. I look at him and I find that I don’t know him, although I try to temperate him:
– Sir! It seems that the driver is a little drunk, it’s not advisable to annoy him, we could harm him but more than that we could harm each other.
– I don’t care! I want to see the game! He answered. It has been a long time since I have seen a Football Championship!
– I hope we can all get to see it, I calm myself down.
– We will see it, how couldn’t we see it, barely we paid?! And he starts an argument from all that he can remember from his tumultuously life.