A perfect day

A sunny day, clear sky, the sun burning the skin, you cannot believe it's potsdam, at the outskirt of berlin, can't you? The bus arrives, in two months from now no busses more -you think- while showing the ticket to a sleepy unemotional driver. The heat in the bus smells of sweat and humidity and warm plastic, there, sit by the window, little higher on the wheel to enjoy the blows from the tiny opening of the window. He is a washed away tattooed man, in his 50s, the figures on the arms dying with the dying cells of the skins, burned by the sun, by the barbecue in the backyard, by the see salt of cheap holidays, dying of the age, memories of youth stupidity, of drunk nights lost in the vomit, peeing at the corner of streets and in few whores. A father of 7, well, two are his, 5 hers, but children are children, aren’t they? Children... He was in potsdam in some shop to buy his lovely children a few presents - he talks skewing the words, his breath is of alcohol, the eyes moving slowly around, trying to focus objects and faces slightly blurred by the burnt neuronal connections. Wanna see the doll? It can walk! A blonde doll with blue eyes, and a pink cloth on. Want to see what I bought for my older one - he is seven - but it is illegal you know? I had to search for it, children cannot play with that. It is metal, with real bullet holder, try it. The gun pointing at me is of black metal, its small black hole looks at me, the German is half smiling, the finger playing with the trigger. Take a look at that you stupid jew, you see this? This is what I bought to my child so that he learns how to get you from the holes in the earth you hide. I will teach him how to kill jews and rats, well … aren’t they the same… ahahah, answer me you idiot, or is your kippa to heavy for that head you have filled with your religious nonsense, what do you stare you piece of meat? Do not stare like that at a German, got it or I’ll shoot you in the head and I will shoot your children and rape your woman, what is it you are scared of me taking her, well one that goes with a jew is simply a whore, isn’t she?!? You know I thought you jews had more in there.. but you, you look like a stone there, some at least beg not to be killed, some fight and die screaming, some pray and you, you are only sitting there, not moving one single muscle, waiting for me to shoot you and shoot your woman and burn your children, you do not even defend her, nor your children, you are a preak, I hate you, all of you, I hate... I hate… So, You like it, wanna hold it… let me go… I do not like guns… Ich mage es nicht… you stop the bus, legs are moving, seems to be yours, seems to be those of someone else, shaking, the heartbeat in your brain, you touch the sun again, the smog of the bus leaving, its rumour brings you back to the platform in the centre of Potsdam, get a coffee, it is the 21st century, it is June, it is almost midday, it is peace time, it is you, it IS you.