Travelling...

From my diary.
(well, not really a diary, but a small green Heinekken notebook that I got for free at a bar, and I decided to take along, just in case)

October 22nd. 21:00.
“We are on the way to Krakow...Our bus is full of young polish guys working in Italy (probably Rome), making their trip back home. They are quite a lively bunch. Noisy and happy spirited. Two polish girls, who also got on the bus in Venice, are now the center of their attention. Lots of flirting glances and smiles going around. Beer bottles run through the seats, back and forth. Two lucky guys have already been able to exchange seats and they are now sharing, each, a seat with the cute girls. This is starting to look like a college party and I’m sure some passengers are starting to get annoyed by now… But, personally, I enjoy seeing these fellows in such a happy mood. They are cool guys anyway. If you look at them for a couple of seconds, just out of curiosity, they even hand you a beer…

Right above the bathroom door, there is a hanging TV set no one is paying attention to (and those who really want to pay attention are probably having a hard time to do it, anyway); the movie on the screen is that flick where Jennifer Lopez teaches Richard Gere dancing lessons (“Dancing in Manhattan” or something like that I think… But truly I don’t remember the name of such a masterpiece). Of course, the movie itself is not the reason that draws my attention. The thing I’m really interested in is that the movie is in Polish. Well not actually in Polish, but with the original English soundtrack very, very low, and a guy, with a radio-like voice, translating to Polish the parts of all the characters… Kind of like instant translation on a conference. And a bit weird. And somehow spooky. There you have tiny eyed Richard Gere saying love words to beautiful J-Lo, and J-Lo replying with the deep same masculine voice, with that curious KGB sound that eastern European languages bring to the mind of anyone born before the fall of the USSR (*shivers*)… Now that I think of, I assume they are exchanging love words. After all I’m hearing a Polish translator and I can’t understand diddle shit…

We’ll soon be crossing the highest part of The Carpathians Mountains (which go all the way down from southern Poland to Rumania). There is no way you can hear Carpathians without thinking of darkness and good old vampire tales. Maybe that’s why I’m getting so suggestive…”