It is very exciting to be a busdriver. So many interesting people drive busses. I am now learning (when we're not on strike) the different routes that starts out from my new garage. My two fellow-learning-drivers gives me a good laugh every day. One Syrian ex-taxidriver with an interest in astrology and one Swedish ex-construction builder with an old whip-lash injury. Our instructor is one of those really cherful and thorough drivers that ones upon old time used to take us around in Stockholm.
On strike we talk and laugh together with known and unknown fellows at the different strike-bases. The women are not many, I tell you, but there are some. We are represented by most nationalities in the world, it seems...I went to Gullmarsplan with a gang of five among them an ex-New Yorker who used to live in South Africa working as a pilot, flying stuff to needy people. I got there with another guy, half Austrian, half Swede who loves old russian cars and who just shaved his long beard off making his girl-friend cry!
Can you see why driving busses can be a good inspiration when trying to construct jewellery on my own in the work-shop?
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So perhaps that's what I should do: take a lesson in bus driving and escape the world of cooking,washing, cleaning, food shopping and diaper-changing... oh boy, some new inspiration would be good. Maybe I've got to take a visit in Stockholm ;-)
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