Donald Trump or At The Bus Station


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!”

“Yeah, absolutely!”

“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.


Forgetting something?

When we analyzed the situation, we decided to be shocked and talk about it. For sure, we could have known better. But we really don’t care. Life is too short  for an individual.

Today I found a bag in the sand.

Full of deep sadness.

To whom it may concern.