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It’s a bomb!
September 16, 2006 |
Yesterday at 3 o’clock in the afternoon, after taking a long walk with Alina looking for Hard Times, we arrived at the train station. I though it wouldn’t be crowded, so I chose to leave at 4 o’clock. I forgot why I swore I’d never go to Vaslui again with the train that leaves at 4. Later on, I remebered it but it was too late to go back.
It was a hot afternoon and this was an old train, with 8 seats compartments, very uncomfortable. I finished my cigarette and I entered the compartment. There I saw a middle-aged man, with thin lips and very small eyes, a boy with a FCB t-shirt and a 70 years old lady. I left my luggage and sat down waiting for the train to leave. The other persons arrived, a young girl, another middle-aged man and one man that didn’t get a seat and asked us if he could sit there. As soon as the train left the middle-aged man with those thin lips started to talk to me:
- So, do you live in Bucharest?
I was afraid of that, I don’t like people asking me questions when I don’t feel like answering.
- I used to. I said trying to make him stop asking me dumb questions. I don’t like telling my life to strangers.
- And where are you going?
- Vaslui.
- Ah, nice. I’m going to Iasi.
I was starting to lose patience. I never asked him where he was going, what he was doing there, etc.
- So do you live in Vaslui?
- No.
- So where do you live? And why do you go to Vaslui? Are you from Vaslui?
My answer was quite conclusive:
- Yes.
And then I started to ignore him, trying to get some sleep, as the night before, after a BitDefender night in Twice I only slept three hours. I feel asleep quite easily and he stopped the gibberish. It was really hot and the man next to me didn’t want to open the window so we were all sweating when the man decides to take out of his bag a sausage sandwich and eat it in the compartment. At that point my bile said “kill him!!!” and a migraine started to ruin my journey. I forced myself to fall asleep again and I woke up when I heared the man next to me shouting:
- I don’t have to travel uncomfortable just because you have put this luggage here. Take it out of the compartment.
- I don’t want to put it there, this is my seat and there was a luggage which is not mine and I want to sit. said the young boy that I guess that got on in Ploiesti.
- Who’s luggage is that? asked the man next to me.
A girl said that someone came saying that he didn’t get a sit and that he will leave the luggage there if there’s no problem.
- How stupid can you be to let someone leave the luggage without asking him who he is, where he comes from and where does he go? says the man next to me with a very upset voice.
- I don’t know. The small black luggage was here when I entered. I asked and you told me exactly what I told you know so I don’t know who’s the idiot here? said the girl, and we were all looking at each other trying hard not to laugh.
- How? .. HOW?.. Hmm.. How can you say that to me? Who’s luggage is that?
The man next to me was really nervous and he took the luggage and threw it on the corridor when lots of people were passing by and he hit a young man. He looked into the compartment and when he saw this man incredibly red and nervous he decided not to say a word. After a few minutes the small black luggage was again inside our compartment, in front of the old lady.
- Young man, can you please put this luggage up there? I’d put it but I’m old and I can’t do it.
The man put the luggage up there and sat down again. I could hear the man next to me saying quietly:
- Don’t put the luggage there.
But I guess nobody heard it. As the man realized that he was ignored he started to shout again.
- I cannot imagine how you all can be so stupid and allow someone to leave a luggage and just dissapear. You cannot understand that there is a bomb inside there. Yes, yes, one of those that can be activated remotely. And you just sit here and wait for your death.
- You’re exagerating! says the old lady next to him.
- Yeah, right. I’m exagerating. Let me exagerate and still be alive. You think that the world is what it was when you were virgin, it’s not like that anymore.
It was getting harder and harder not to laugh, especially when you looked at that in front of you that were also trying hard not to laugh. I went out to the corridor as I couldn’t stand anymore.
The man kept quiet but he was nervous and didn’t stop moving and his hands were shaking and sweating. He finally stood up, took the luggage, opened it and searched for the bomb. He got off the luggage all the clothes and all the stuff that was there in search for the bomb. When he realized that there was no bomb there he closed the bag and put it back.
He felt the need to explain things and started to say that nowadays nothing is safe, etc, etc, but he kept his aggressive voice so we were all pissed off with this guy.
Half an hour later, a boy with a pink shirt came and looked for the bag. It was not where he left it so he asked if his bag was still there:
- It’s here, young man, this man thought you left a bomb here and opened your luggage to search for it.
Of course the boy didn’t believe that and he just ignored it.
- Could I leave my luggage here please? I’m not going anywhere, I’ll sit here next to the door.
- Of course you can, young man, said the old lady.
- Why are you talking for all of us, did you ask if we all agreed with that? I recommend you not to leave your bag here. Just leave, we don’t want your bag here. said, of course, the man next to me.
- This is the man that thinks you have a bomb in your bag. said the old lady.
I saw an ironic smile on the pink-shirted man’s face.
- And you look like an Arab, so you’d better take you bag out of here.
That was the moment when we decided that we could’t stand anymore and we all started to laugh. The young man left his bag here and asked the rest of us nicely to not throw or open it as he had no bomb.
The man next to me didn’t say a word until we got to our destinations. Well, some words that were successfully ignored.
I wonder, what is going on in this world? I came home and I told my parents this story and we all laughed.
When the train got back from Iasi to Bucharest an 80 years old man was killed in the toilet. Apparently for no obvious reason as he had all the money in his pocket. Are these the reasons that make people lose their mind and exagerate everytime something unexpected happens?
Comments
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The world is completely crazy. That’s for sure. I’ll never understand why people keep trying to kill one each other with no *real* reasons…
Anyway, about the bomb… this guy wearing a pink t-shirt is kinda suspicious… I bet that he had a bomb of pink underwear :D
Worrying in Romania is common and somewhat natural. Worrying about bombs in Romania, that’s simply crossing the line. Who and why would put a bomb in that particular train? The part about the old man getting killed really saddened me though…