Pesma sa karte za prevoz / P..m From A Public Transport Ticket

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

The title really says it all, so read on. ^_^

Three days ago, on a bus ride to my friend's place in the middle of a traffic jam. And I was feeling strangely talkative, to the point where I heard someone in the back, referring to me, half-loud: "Where is the power switch on her? How do you turn her off?" Should've turned around and told them that many have asked that question before, but nobody managed to find the answer.

I was first entertained by a cute baby who kept on asking "Where? Where?" and trying to grab people's mobile phones and then she calmed down when she watched this video clip on my iPod. At the same time, I realised that my entire set of Courage The Cowardly Dog episodes refuses to play, yet it takes up most of my video space.

Then I talked to one old lady, about how cute the baby was. And then came the switch on/off moment. I looked at the public transportation ticket I'd just ticked and thought what to do with it. There was space for 4-5 lines of written text on its blank back side. And, even though I always carry a notebook with me, I thought it would be a challenge to write a three-line p..m. It worked out. I'm never good with super-short forms, but it worked out.

Pesma sa karte za prevoz

Svaka bajka ima praznu stranicu,
na kojoj bi inače bio nesrećni kraj.
Možda je to i ova, znaj.

P..m From A Public Transport Ticket

Every fairy-tale's got an empty page,
Where there would otherwise be a sad ending.
Maybe this one does too, be aware of it.

Front side of the ticket

Back side of the ticket, with the p..m

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