Wednesday, 3 November 2010

 “nine o'clock in the morning is the time when the fat women travel on the buses. That looks like a joyful committee of caring mothers . Thus these vehicles of urban transport are filled with something like the smell and the rightful taste of the human beings. A smell that can't be possibly mixed up and that bears the same morning heaviness that one feels in an apartment where two people have slept. I think the smell, more than the defined and constant clientele of the nine o'clock buses in the morning , is what at that time transforms them in something cheerfully familiar and gives the impression that each passenger is talking to everybody else from a courtyard to another over a close distance” (Los Viajeros, Gabriel Garcia Marquez in Arango, 1995: 97)