what people!
06/12/2009
About three nights ago, I went home from a friend taking the S-Bahn (I would have loved to take my bike, but winter decided to crash in earlier…). Well, as I have already mentioned it was late at night. Usually the strangest people decide to go out late and come arround a bit. So I sat down and looked arround:
To my right there was a young couple sitting, heading home I guess. In front of them sat a guy, dressed all in black, talking on the phone extremly loud. But that was ok, since I was listening to music and just turned it up a bit. Then far in front of me was another guy, old, creepy and mubling and starring at all the people. But ok…far away…
After the first station though everything started. The mumbling guy was not mumbling anymore, he was actually holding a clearly understandable monolog. Because I wanted to better understand him (just in case…) I turned down the music. Now I figured that I still can´t understand him, because the guy in black was still talking on the phone. And what I heard didn´t really help the situation: “I know that he is in trouble because he didn´t contact his probation officer. I didn´t do it either, but…” and the conversation went on like this. And the guy far away: still talking and starring, talking and starring.
Yet I thought, ok, there´s still the couple. I´m not all alone… Then the mumbling guy got up walking straight towards us other people saying out loud something like: “The OPUS E has the best people! They have the best priests! Working with the CIA…”. The guy in black still busy with his friends and his own legal problems. After another station the couple got off. I was alone. Well, good, I thought. Only three more stations for me.
Greifswalder Straße: Finally, I thought as the door opened and I expected someone to get in to share my uncomfortability. But then an old guy with pit bull and six pack entered, welcoming everybody with a loud burp. Guy in black still on the phone, mumbling guy walking back and forth: “They´ve fought Saddam three times!…and they won…the OPUS E…”
So there we were: A criminal on the run, a schizophrenic, a drunk guy with his pit bull and me. Brilliant. One station to go. Luckily only one. As we approached Schönhauser Allee the guy in black hung up and could focus his full criminal attention on the mumbling guy. There was a “Shut the fuck up”, there was a “What did you say??”. Guy in black got up and hustled the mumbling guy. Pit bull started barking. Mumbling guy hustled back. Door opened. I was out.
