She was in a bus, on the way home from the art gallery, writing a letter in her mind, while the bus climbing up a really steep slope…and slipped.
For a few seconds the bus lost control and everybody in it thought it would be the end of their lives. Fortunately, the driver regained control and everyone was fine. Not a single passenger was hurt.
In those life-and-death moments like this, she later told me, the first things she would hold on to were the letters from friends. Those, she insisted, were the really really important things in life…
Is ‘romanticist’ the right word? A person who build her life into a tale of romanticism. What’s the right word for it?
Doesn’t matter, actually. To me, these are the people who deserve to be called “cool”.
