Les passagers Page #2

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l met princesses with dream faces

and superb bodies.

l tried everything humanly possible.

l loved a dancer

with a voluptuous figure.

My pet dancer...

Why do women's feet repel me so?

Where is the foot of my dreams?

All you'll find here

are feet with deformities, calluses

corns and so on.

Still, you've raised a thorny problem :

No one, especially a woman,

has normal feet these days.

Let me show you...

Flat feet due to a sagging

fifth lumbar vertebra,

the result of wearing high heels.

Alux valgus from birth,

never corrected.

Effects on the toe

of a spinal curvature.

Ill spare you the details.

l also treat smelly feet

often belonging, my dear sir,

to very pretty women.

Enough, enough!

Don't flaunt

your vile profession.

l come to you seeking, advice,

an orientation

and l met a perverse technocrat

cynically reeling off horrors.

Civilisation has killed the foot.

But you can find the perfect foot.

Search among girls

of more modest backgrounds.

Girls who walk barefoot, for example.

But Im afraid

you may not be simple enough

to see where things are hidden.

If it exists, Ill find the foot

that you will never paw.

Then Ill devote my life to that foot.

And l don't only love princesses.

And so he found the girl

of his dreams. He married her

a victim of loving one part,

while ignoring the whole.

You're nervous this morning.

An old lady from my building

is being buried.

Funny, when l saw the death notice,

l thought :
l was really fond of her.

Mass is at 8.

Getting out of bed was a struggle.

Burials are always early,

but 8 o'clock!

You can't be earlier than that!

- And at Saint Joseph's!

Oh, well...

Something pulled me

out of bed almost against my will.

Was she a relative?

No, just an old lady

l hadn't seen in years.

She was disabled and never went out.

l never saw anything like it.

And l almost stayed in bed.

Same for me.

- Even tramps have friends.

But didn't someone make arrangements?.

No. The firemen found a box

with money

and instructions for the funeral.

No problem.

- She was lucky to have you.

Mozart only had a dog at his burial.

Down, boy...

Sorry.

- It's nothing.

Its more crowded than usual.

He's being very cautious,

like people unwittingly looking

for each other.

He might have asked the time.

Know what time it is?

Or referred to the inside temperature.

Its hot in here!

Poor devil.

So is he...

- A challenge!

Its high risk right now!

We play up the group's results,

bolstering our leadership image.

l haven't seen you

on this new line before.

l usually use the old line.

But l always see you on this tram.

Really?

You're kidding me.

l mean it.

But you never notice me.

We eventually form an idea of others.

All these strangers

we see every day

suggest stories to us.

You make them up?

- Sure.

Sometimes there are hints...

They tell us more than

we can imagine.

You mentioned hints...

That's right.

Take you, for instance...

You look at very young girls.

Well! This is getting interesting.

Keep going.

You really want me to?

All right, then...

l also noticed how

your interest goes unrewarded.

These girls are drawn

to machos in caps.

Maybe my uniform turns them off.

l should be in civvies.

- Who knows?

There's an idea...

A cap.

Look like everyone else!

- The joys of conformity!

You don't like caps?

- Not really.

Especially worn at an angle.

- Tell me your name?

Christine.

Im Pierre.

l work for a security firm.

Pretty poor trade,

but there's no work in the South.

So l moved up here.

Don't you miss your family?

Not really. Im used to it.

l like being on my own.

Daily chores take more doing...

l have to see to everything.

But it takes getting used to.

At least you're free. l like that.

Falone takes up a lot of space.

,

She works with me

we're never apart.

Right, boy?

Behave, Falone...

Behave, Falone. We're going soon.

Need any help?

You often follow strangers

in the street?

You never get off

at the same tram stop.

Not answering my question?

l like to follow nice people like you.

Funny hobby!

us it money you're after?.

Let me explain...

Something strange is happening.

What? You afraid?

Relax, it happens.

You're attracted, but you don't dare.

l always have girlfriends.

You all have girlfriends.

Im David.

And you?

Marco.

Come in.

So, "6 months ago in Nantes..."

l enrolled in a Socialist

Party workshop,

and l met a really nice fellow my age.

Beer or Coke?

- Beer.

We talked a lot.

It was my first time in a workshop.

In the evening,

we talked in his hotel room.

It was so nice

l didn't use my room for 3 nights.

And it changed your outlook on things?

Id never felt that way with a girl.

It wasn't even anything sexual.

It was pleasant in another way.

A kind of fraternity.

We exchanged addresses

but l never saw him again.

l wrote but he never answered.

Since then l observe people.

In the street, in public transport,

at the pool.

l meet people, but Im disappointed.

Tell your girlfriend.

- Think l should?

She's a nurse.

l work day, she at night.

She's visiting her parents now.

l really like your pad.

What do you do?

- Ive gone back to school.

Actually, l work part-time

for the Electricity Company.

And you?

- l teach.

You teach what?

- Math.

But l just quit teaching on a whim.

Its lousy work.

You're worn out

prematurely shot.

Go ahead, smile, but it's true.

Time is rough on a teacher.

You feel like you're ageing

twice as fast.

You tick off the years like that.

And every new class

is forever young.

l couldn't go on.

Can l look?

Sure.

Read the text underneath.

"In the human body,

the balls impress me most.

l hate the kind that droop

like a tramp's shopping bags.

They have to be firm,

compact, round and hard

like twin clams."

Salvador Dali.

A wolf was all skin and bone

So well watchdogs kept it at bay,

The wolf met a mastiff, all alone,

He was fat, sleek

and had lost his way,

To attack him, to tear him apart

was the wolfs very art,

But it would mean a fight,

And the hound had the might

to sell his hide dear,

So, humble, the wolf drew near

and began to chat,

saying this and that,

admiring his strong form,

"Its up to you

to be as portly as me,"

"What is it Id have to do?

"Next to nothing,

fawn on those of the house,

I make your master happy,

The greater will your wages be,

Lenders will be yours for free;

Chicken bones, pigeon bones,

" "

not to mention many a caress,

Seeing himself already in paradise,

The wolf wept with tenderness,

As they went,

he saw the dog's short haired neck,

"What is that?"

"Nothing,"

"How, nothing?"

"The collar that keeps me in check,"

"In check? Cant you run

If youre in the mood?"

"Not always,

But what does it matter?"

"It matters so

that you can keep your food,

At such price, any treasure is nil"

And saying this,

saying l master Wolf fled

and is running still,

What are you afraid of?

Oh, please!

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