The buses do not carry human beings but unbound particles.
E 'lift the same principle: it does everything to remain strangers, anonymous and neutral as possible, to avoid being swept away by the presence of the other, unknown.
yet happen to get in touch, and maybe without valid reason to quarrel with a person you do not know, you never seen in your life.
So you may feel shouting "fascist!" and you wonder how it came out that word totally unrelated to the context of neutrality, unlike the box with four wheels that transports you from point A to point B as a suppository inserted in the ass gray city.
I am not surprised that a man and a woman arguing, just do not understand why.
She keeps calling him a fascist, is clearly beside himself, he responds with a dismissive "lady, you're disgusting."
Everyone turns, the spell is broken, we are no longer unbound particles.
In between is a newspaper, go to see how may have caused the altercation: who was reading what and how did the altercation.
What then enter it fascism?
The Lord comes down, it's so gray and anonymous I do not remember her face, she segue a ruota urlando "non provi a scappare! io chiamo qualcuno!" e intanto si trascina dietro due poveri vecchi, presi letteralmente per il bavero, ai quali impone la sua volontà: "voi siete testimoni! avete visto tutto!".
Io rimango sull'autobus che riparte, ma faccio in tempo a vedere che l'uomo è sparito, lei è rimasta sul marciapiede, parla con uno dei vecchi, l'altro sgattaiola via per eludere questo esemplare d'umanità varia uscita di senno.
