journey zurich to windisch

First, before I blog something about my weekend in Munich I have to write about my journey from Zurich to Windisch, which made me smile already in the morning (after a tough weekend & still tired) However, i was engrossed in my book, which was very exciting because its getting to the end – I couldn’t concentrate anymore I have to watch was s going on around me. A couple teenager girls came into the bus – full of make up and probably smoked a whole package of cigarettes before that. If it wasn’t morning I probably thought they have drunk before. (in fact they act always like that i guess)  More and more girls came into the bus and I had the perfect place to have a great overview of the whole scene. The first conversation was worth putting my book into the bag and just listen and smirk. Let me translate this discussion, which actually sounded even funnier in “kinda”-swiss german.

girl one: you know life is so hard – my grandfather just died of an heartoperation – which was actually not very very bad, but appearently the doctors made a mistake and blablabla…  (of course heart operations are never bad and doctors always make mistakes)

girl two: oh my god thats very tough (but she didnt give a fuck at all)

girl one: yes and we had to decide whetever to put off all the machine that he just should die. (very hard desicion made on her own – now he died and its just because of her OMG)

girl two: my grandaunt cousin … (whatever) also had cancer and died…

girl three: my cousin of the cousin s child (or whatever) had a very bad car accident

… more and more very bad stories were told and they finally came to a conclusion:

ATTENTION: In Africa it doesnt matther – there you die and it is just nature. they die from a cold.

Thank you for learning so much this morning – it was a bless going to work with whole bus of 15 year old girls who told more stories about the tragedy of life. and how tough it is going to school and how switzerland is so similiar to italy regarding the culture, people and the mafia. oh yeah definitely. they couldn’t stop speaking of their experience of life.