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She sat there looking through the window. Her eyes were empty, or full. She had a deep grave look on her face or a clueless expression of naivety. That’s confusing you are probably thinking: how can someone have empty eyes and full eyes at the same time? How can someone look ridiculous with a clueless expression of naivety and at the same time have a deep grave look on his/her face?

Well… let me explain. It isn’t as confusing, absurd or complex as it seems to be.

Have you ever thought, when looking at someone, especially as a teacher lecturing to students, that a certain student is looking at you with wide open eyes as if he or she has no clue what you are saying? Have you ever been in that student’s shoe feeling the amazing interesting information that you are hearing and trying with all your soul to grasp every single word?

What I want to say is: everything has to do with awareness. The more aware we are, the better it is for us to grasp things. Sometimes what might look empty is in fact full. And what might look naïve is only a sign of peace.

Let’s go back to the girl sitting and looking through the window.

She looked at her watch and read the time. She didn’t grasp what the numbers meant. She put her watch down again. She looked through the window and noticed trees, people, landscapes, dust, cars, more cars, buses, micro-buses, mini-buses, motorcycles, bicycles, houses, old houses, poor houses, rich houses, new hours, colors, more colors, more dust, more people… She pulled her watch again and looked at the time: these numbers didn’t make sense either. What time was it? Was she late, very late or early, very early? She couldn’t note the numbers. These black characters didn’t mean anything.  The mini-bus she had taken a while ago, seemed to go too fast or too slow. It would stop for numerous minutes, waiting for more passengers. Or it would start a crazy race, with God knows what, and wouldn’t miss any single hole on the road. Angie sometimes thought that the driver was actually doing it on purpose to fall into every single hole. She was even lead to think that he was looking for these holes or even creating them. Landscapes, smells, passengers, everything was changing around her. At one point through that endless journey, she looked suddenly in the premises of the mini-bus, and noticed that the mini-bus which usually fits 10 people, had more than 25 people in it. A bench for 2 persons was fitting 3 or sometimes 4 people. Some people were standing, or leaning on each other. Others were crunching and holding to the roof to avoid losing balance or falling. The young boy who was collecting money and who was endlessly repeating the names of several destinations had most of his body outside the window. All that, but the door of the mini-bus was always kept closed. Loud music was filling every bit of space.

Crowded street

Angie remembered the first time she took the mini-bus in this area. She didn’t know what to expect. She hardly knew where she was going. She knew only one place and she intended to visit that place again. She had taken a random seat near the door. And when passengers started pouring in, she found herself squeezed in some tiny spot where she could hardly move. Her seat had no back. She was leaning on the bare window, and with every hole, she would find herself going up and down and getting hurt. It took her a few days after this incident to attempt to take another mini-bus.

Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly heard the name of the place she was going to. And within less than a few seconds, the boy collecting the money, looked at her with an intense look, pointed his finger at her and said: “you!”… She looked at him and suddenly grasped the idea that she had reached her destination.

Thank you for reading.

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