the U2 to Pankow

…sau amintirile unui conducator de metro/ vatman/ sau care e numele :d. ‘Confesiunea’ e luata din ExBerliner, revista ex-patilor de aici si noua mea Biblie.

[ I started my job in the GDR and have been driving night trains for 30 years. Until the Wall collapsed my train dated back to 1926. I almost lost my life in 1986 when the train in front of me caught fire under Alexanderplatz. We escaped in the nick of time through an emergency exit hole. Passengers are less friendly these days and hardly acknowledge us drivers, though there was a house on Bulowstrasse where a couple used to have sex with the curtains open, so we could all get a good view. Last weekend a drunk missed his train so instead of waiting for the next to come along, he began walking down the tracks towards his destination. I also get kids who have been spraying grafitti jumping off the tracks as I drive through Rosa - Luxemburg - Platz.]

Cu o dedicatie speciala Elenei si viitoarei monografii pe care o vom scrie impreuna despre vatmanii de Bucuresti