The window at the back of the blue bus is dirty.

It takes me one hour to see through the dirt another hour to realise that it is not moving anytime.

Slowly the rain runs along all the other windows but…this big last window is not even wet.

Never before in my young life have I been part of such a fresh, quiet morning.

Maybe it is not a usual beginning of a day.

Maybe this is the wrong bus I entered.

I fairly remember I left the town; walking without any aim; looking for an adventure as it is nature of mine.

Along the riverside, I saw broken trees and light blue plastic bags and knew I was still close to the place I once called home.

My feet carried my heavy body farther on this endless path.

The pieces of woods swimming down the river were turning up and down; the water changed from dirty green to red.

Somewhere a woman threw hundred-year-old wine bottles in the air until their glass broke on the surface.

Then the ground was smoother; softer as the clouds or the mattress on which I slept the following night.

Like a stone, I closed my eyes.

I dreamed of my childhood.

Little innocence remained from the childish games.

Here and there I caught a ball and ran across the grey iron bridge; many times. It was not made by heart but with hearts.

I woke up with the image of the bridge as a pumping heart; beating so fast and strong every household of the city could be served with energy so easily.

The darkness still covered me.

The reddish water showed the grim face of mine when I tried to wash away memories that I’ve lost anyway long ago.

Maybe it’s not important what I got through experience.

Maybe it is useless to exist.

Kindly I greeted my neighbour who seemed to go with the simple flow.

Quite adorable.

Once again the ground changed.

Now a little stronger; as simple, lovely stone.

In front of my eyes, lights were dancing.

When I got closer my ears sensed a slow engine. Some miles in distance.

Sound and colours kept playing hide and seek.

I smelled something sweet.

It was getting closer to me; to my heart; running deep down my soul.

In the short grass I could see a doll; blonde hair; squared skirt and flat blue eyes.

I never cared for such things anyway so I walked ahead.

This scent of candy in the air deafened all my senses in one shot.

More toys in the grass.

The closer I got the sweeter my surroundings seemed.

I heard their intriguing sound.

The laughs and the bodies around.

Further and further, the scene seducing me.

As a black widow caught me in her net.

Rain began drizzling down on us.

My eyes shaped a weird picture of the reality in front; I reached a blue wall.