It is snowing in Bremen. In November, weird somehow. To see red leaves hanging under a heavy coat of snow. I’m standing at the bus station when a message arrived to my mobile.
“Donald Trump is president of the United States.”
Next too me is a beautiful girl walking up and down, she is talking on the phone. When I hear her perfect american english, I start to listen. Some details stay in my mind.
“I heard it and I was like… Oh my god!”
“I am a non violent person. So that is why I cannot support him.”
“For sure, I know, maybe when he killed their daughter, that they would want the death penalty but what do you think is worse? To die or to stay in a cell?”
“You know, what I’m gonna do now? I will bring Christmas decoration to work! I got so nice stuff, one of these big stars…”
“Nooooo, I got the wrong bag! I grabbed a bag full of plastic bags. Booohhhh, I want to cry!”
I think, she is really nice. Like you and me. Living an easy life.
The bus comes.
I forget her.