the bus association

never felt like that before...
when the bus flew off from the city
going by field, woods, gas-stations,
various man-developed places...
passengers drinking pepsy, eating sandwiches,
playing cards, listening to the one hundred percent hits,
talking, thinking,
doing other things
to make tour time go quicker,
when suddenly the bus stopped
and the driver told us the bus won't go
for the engine won't start...
we were shocked because it was winter,
and it was in the open field that we stopped,
and it was cold and windy...

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so we waited for the next bus
coming to the stop point in about a half an hour...
the second bus came, our group got in,
but two kilometres past the accident place
the new bus engine also stopped,
and the driver went to the partner
to get some tools...

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it was very cold...
in an hour the driver didn't return...
we thought it was some kind of joke,
but he didn't come back in a second hour either...

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so we started raising up tents and making fire,
refined urban mums kept waiting the bus
standing near the fire together with their children,

it was getting dark,
three tents were raised up to the night time,
younger people drank some wine and got a little crazy,
they started dancing to a boombox,

refined urban mums shouted at them and demanded silence,
but the young people didn't react and went on dancing...
an old man said:"you stop making noise or I shoot!"
no reaction and the old man shot the air two times..
young hooligans were scared and ran away...

in an hour came the driver and began repairing the bus,
but, alas, he couldn't repair it...

it was an early morning when the next bus came,
we, the bus association, got in the bus and went on touring...