Yvonne De Rosa PhotoBlog: It was one of the many junkies I use to met in one of my daily journeys...

It was one of the many junkies I use to met in one of my daily journeys.

The bus caught him at the return, when he was already flashed.

He was Swinging at every jolt of the bus like all of them...

slumped to sit on the floor, then went back...it seemed to swim, dive and resurface it, every movement was accomplished without apparent difficulty.

Someone, a man, gave him his sit. He did not out of generosity, just to put an end to this ridiculous swing of the fall / not fall.

He sat down, but he kept waving at each break, slow down or stop.

Then he stopped.

I thought, finally he's fell asleep, and I back to look out the window.

I went down to the last stop. The bus was almost empty: me, the Sleeping Beauty and an other pair of people.

I crossed to go to the other stop in front, waiting for another fucking bus that supposed to take me home.

I saw him sleeping and I thought that if someone had not woken him up, he'll back to "square one".

After a while, 'the driver, who was ready for another trip, approached him, said something to him, but he did nothing.

He shook his arm, shook him ... nothing. I thought, "What a fuck of shit did he?"

He was dead in front of everyone and no one had noticed, he neither.

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The text that goes with the pictures is from a conversation recorded while taking pictures,It finishes when all the passengers had to evacuate the bus because of a smoke bomb.

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Era uno dei tanti tossici che incontravo nei miei viaggi, uno qualsiasi.

Il pullman l’aveva pescato al ritorno, quando era già fatto.

Dondolava ad ogni scossone del bus come tutti quelli come lui…si accasciava fino a sedersi a terra, poi risaliva…sembrava che nuotasse, si immergeva e riemergeva, ogni movimento era compiuto senza fatica apparente.
Qualcuno, un uomo, gli cedette il posto. Non lo fece per generosità, solo per porre fine a quella ridicola altalena del cade/non cade.

Lui si mise a sedere, ma continuava a ondeggiare ad ogni frenata, rallentamento o fermata.

Poi smise.

Pensai finalmente si è addormentato e cominciai a guardare fuori dal finestrino.

Scesi al capolinea che il pullman era quasi vuoto, c’eravamo io, il bello addormentato nel bosco e un altro paio di persone.

Attraversai di fronte e mi recai alla fermata, ad aspettare l’altro pullman del cazzo che doveva portarmi a casa.

Lo Vedevo dormire e pensavo che se qualcuno non lo avesse svegliato, si sarebbe ritrovato di nuovo punto e a capo.

Dopo un po’ l’autista, pronto per un’altra tratta, gli si avvicinò, gli disse qualcosa, ma lui niente.

Gli strinse il braccio, lo scrollò…niente. Pensai: "ma che cazzo si è fatto?”

Era morto davanti a tutti e nessuno se ne era accorto, neanche lui.

text by

MNF

photo by
YvonneDeRosa