Oh no, not again...

I had a bad déja-vu the other day. I already knew this happened before or at least recognized the feeling. I started to wonder if it had to do with the situation. Right then I realized it was the same thing, or almost exactly. I mean understanding a déja-vu can be even more overwhelming than experiencing it, though it's hard to explain.
The other thing was with the two books I've been reading for a few weeks now. Though they're about completely different things, as for the stories, the essence - practically writing itself - is the same. And it came out so sharply, almost demanding, in the parts where I got to recently, in both books, it was a shock.

There was also a part in one of the books which I prefer now, where the hero - who's actually a poet - sees his main character in a mirror. Then later he reads about what if such a character would see the writer... My déja-vu felt a bit like that.

 

Today I had a déja-vu again with the very same person who "caused" this a few days ago, too, maybe only by coming close to me, and asking me about something that then pulled the trigger. Even though I had a vaguely uncomfortable feeling before that, suddenly appearing and then growing inside me. Only couldn't decide what was it about. And there's something about this person that I really can't stand, though I just think of it as something that is "his" problem, and makes him act like that.

 

Public transportation #10 Bus stop musings #4 Automatic

This memory stayed with me from the still very hot October days. Maybe it only took me being late so I caught a new bus on my daily route. It had buttons to open the doors unlike the old ones running there. I didn't notice it, though, but learned it, and learned it well. This is the story how it happened. 
When I saw that there were a lot of people getting on through the door I was standing by, rushed over to the other one. Which by then closed, so ran back to the first one which also closed in front of me.
Then I gestured and shouted towards the front, hoping the driver would notice it. He did and opened the door. I got up, and mumbled something about this, while still listening to music with earphones. The driver wouldn't start though, and I mumbled some more about not getting to work on time. Then a passanger next to me gestured to make me unplug my mp3 player. He said the driver only wanted me to know I only had to push the button on the door to open it. I said great but he also didn't need to let them close on my face.

That was the big mistake, as then both the driver and this passanger started to tell me the doors close automatically, so we have to hurry to get on, or push the button again. The passanger added "comprende?" Guess, because my dark hair was held back and I wore black sunglasses. All that and my inability to comprehend what they've been trying to tell me could easily make him mistaken me for a foreigner.
I have to admit I did feel foreign, specially when he added I'd accused the driver with something he didn't do... I said alright, go on then with it, but I rather put back my earplugs and keep on listening to music instead, comprende? Next day another driver with the same kind of bus kept the doors open for minutes after all the passengers waiting in the stop got on, right until it left. And so it was the following day and every day ever since. Never seen the same driver again though.

Public transportation #9 Underground #5 Tickets please

The whole day started in bit of an aggressive way. For instance when I tried to take the escalator down to the underground train it was slightly impossible to get through the 5-10 ticket inspectors surrounding a group of 5 (potential) passangers right at the top of the escalator (their usual place).
We used to have those bars that would open once you validated your ticket, and you could go through, for decades. But when democracy hit our country they had to go. Another false illusion of freedom, I might add here.

So now, even if you have a valid monthly ticket, you might still not catch your train just because the poor ticket controllers have to do their work. And they wouldn't ask those they have problems with to step aside. Or maybe those wouldn't move. Maybe they're right about it.
The only thing I ask is let me use my frigging ticket, and get to work on time once I left home in time. On a second thought, probably that's what those people asked, too.

Public transportation #8 Tram stop musing

One night seen two guys hanging from the back of the tram going the other way. I didn't have time to fish out my mobile and take a pic of them. Mostly because I got so astonished, and stood there just staring, half smiling. What surprised me even more, I guess, was that I didn't see anyone else even looking at them when I looked around to see the others' reaction. It's a bit like you don't see people much staring up into the skies anymore, either...