The trip promised to be a little long because of traffic (about three hours) and boring, because of the highway. The driver knowing that, was trying to chat with anyone who was close enough to his seat, or being loud enough to cover the noise of the engine. After a few hiccups, the lady in front of me starts and we learn that he made several trades before being bus driver. Amongst other things he was once in the army, and also worked for an airline. He has opinions on many subjects and mentions other things he has done. The lady, impressed by his experiences, suggests that he should write a book about his life and he says he already wrote one and it’s poetry, that he published himself. He is not short of explaining the topics that inspire him or the creative process: his poems often come to him while driving the bus. As he said this, suddenly, a beautiful winter sun on the horizon appeared in the window, and the trip that promised to be long and boring was transformed into a beautiful moment, thanks to a bus driver a little more talkative than others.