DOUBLE-DECKER
Midwinter in London. It is late February , typical raining and foggy! "Bus accident in centre of Great Britain. Crazy bus driver crashed into the garden wall. Nobody is death. Bus destroyed part of the wall and had affected family life of Czech emigrants."
I can clearly remember: father is reading newspaper like usually, mum is dreaming in her short brake only for her and I am curious what I am gonna do? Unbelievable row so near to us! Parents jump to save me. What is happening? When we got out from the house, whole London was looking only on me, me and my parents by a hole in the wall. Double-decker and with him whole London were in minute on our garden.
GOOD FRIENDS
came in. No one was there. It was clean bus, not bad smell. It was good looking my second house. I felt there like a king in his castle. I started to visit it more and more and for longer time. Nobody wanted this bus. So he stayed with me.
I played there with my friends or alone. British children begun to speak with me and have a fun with me. We played on soldiers there, built many shelters inside, dreaming about Mount Everest tour, watched some movies like in cinema, slept there after lunch, smoke our first cigarette, tasted first kisses and hugs with girls. Bus grew with us. I felt in love with the bus. Time spending inside was for ever my lucky childhood.
EMBASSY
Sweet swinging between awakening and dream.
Foggy morning in London. Rain is silently touching on windows, foggy is slowly coming to my mind. Swinging in my childhood memory...
And me here, gliding between reality and dream, thinking on that empty-fully bus. Incredible he is still here with me in my embassy in London.
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