the battle

I'm siting in the park near the abondo exit right now. I’m minding my own business, just catching up on some homework… an examin arrives soon. All of a sudden I hear honking. Thinking nothing of it I resume my research of definitions concepts etc. it is a city after all. Honking’s commonplace right? Well yes but this honking frenzy is for no common occurrence. In the middle of the road (the streets here are barely a car width wide mind you) stands a gigantic bus… one of those touring buses. Can you picture it? The autobus stands approximately 26 feet high and looks like a monster come to squash little cars that stand as dwarfs in comparison. In a sense this bus/monster/t-rex does eat these cars, at least their time… these little fiats are getting quite upset. Short, frequent honks and long drawn out groan’s of disapproval…. Move move move… goooooooo moooovvve! Coooommmme ooooonnnnn mmmoooovvve ittttt!!! The bus driver frantically looks around. He peaks out the window and a look of shock hits his face… as if he should be surprised that his twelve-ton brick has spontaneously built an insurmountable fortress, against which the peasants’ mode of attack simply reverberates off. The attack continues for quite some time… the honks miss and the gestures… well they’re useless. Victory for these burdened and now quite late individuals only arrives as the bus raises the white flag. He pulls off in defeat.

unharmed and amused I return to my book. All the while, unflinching and oblivious in his reverie, the guy passed out on the bench across the park no doubt dreams of leading great charges and of plotting great courses and of slaying evil dragons while retrieving the captives. Onward toward the city of glory… or maybe that’s just me.

I just spent the afternoon sitting on this bench in the park cerca de café iruna. Very nice.