The mysterious passengers He saw them get on the bus at the Hangares station and observed them closely: the wrinkled shirts, the black shoes, their neat ties… Both of them were hugging their backpacks to their chests, as if what they carried inside was a deadly weapon, or the very secret of salvation. They didn’t talk much.
No. 8 — Conversations in the park
No. 8 — Conversations in the park
No. 8 — Conversations in the park
The mysterious passengers He saw them get on the bus at the Hangares station and observed them closely: the wrinkled shirts, the black shoes, their neat ties… Both of them were hugging their backpacks to their chests, as if what they carried inside was a deadly weapon, or the very secret of salvation. They didn’t talk much.