the u6 subway is always full of suprises. the people you meet there will make you think about absurd things the whole day long.
today 3 nuns came into the subway. not too weird, thats true. what was weird, was the fact that one of them faced each one of the non-nun-crowd with a loathing expression on her face. it was utmost strange, and angst was there immediately. a few ladies of the older generation seemed to make little prayers to make god love them again, before this nun would come over them and punish them for their sins. the other two nuns seemed to discuss something, which i did not hear since my mp3 player played non-god-ish tunes and made my head jiggety jig. next to me set a young man making a simple protest against the loathing face of said nun. he stuck his tongue out, he waved, he laughed, and shot the nun. no no. he didnt really shoot her! you know, the thing you do with your fingers. billy the kid style. it was all good. then this young man left the subway somewhere between nussdorfer strasse and akh. next thing i could hear between David Bowie’s voice chanting “bring me the disco king” was a really loud “DAMN YOU ALL. I WANT YOU TO GO AWAY.” a really dark and old voice was heard, a grumble, a hissing. when i turned around i saw the old man creating such an loud and yet interesting hassle. he had hair that would have made robert smith of The Cure feel jealous and little, except the fact that the man’s hair was white and grey. he looked like one of the characters you always find in Dostojweskij’s books. he wasnt drunk, i guess. it didnt take too long to make everybody move away from him a little. then he laughed this very very frightening laughter which immediately made me think of old splatter movies with zombies calling for brains they need to eat. i wish i could have somewhat recorded that laugh. after David Bowie ended his song and a slow Monster Magnet singer made his little rant about females not being good in bed, a few schoolkids gathered around the old man. they laughed, they giggled, they pointed at him. it made me angry for the simple reason of the pride of this man getting insulted by little schoolkids. insane people, dear readers, are not only there for your very entertainment. they have the same rights like you (except insane people that might try to kill you. those are a tad different.) the old man didnt do anything bad. he didnt insult anyone, well, not directly. while others scream into their swanky fingertip little mobiles or chit chat about their last one night stand or diseases that made me nearly puke, this man simply talked to himself. he might live in his own little world, and god knows, probably his world is better than ours.
no, i did not take pictures. the nuns wouldnt have liked it, and neither would have the old man.
