Hoy encontre esta foto que sacamos Johanna o yo (creo que esta es la de Johanna y que la mia era la cutre...) en nuestro segundo dia en Jakarta. Lo que entonces no sabia, o simplemente no llegaba a entender, es el COÑAZO que es vivir con este trafico. Y aqui me encuentro ahora (seis de la tarde, hora puntisima), asqueada en un taxi practicamente parado. Y esta imagen se repite. Dia tras dia. Hora tras hora (excepto pasada la media noche en dias de entresemana). Metro tras metro. Ataque de nervios tras ataque de nervios. Y no hay nada que hacer. Joderse y aguantarse. Sin mas.
Found this picture today taken by either Johanna or me (probably Johanna since I have a horizon issue... so tacktack Bronks) on our second day in Jakarta. What I did not realize back then is how föcking annoying it is to live with this traffic. And here I am now (afternoon rush hour), waiting in a non-moving taxi. And this image keeps repeating itself. Day after day. Hour after hour (except maybe weekdays in the middle of the night..). Meter after meter. Anxiety attack after anxiety attack (read food attack). And the worst part is that there is absolutely nothing to do about it. Except waiting. And experiencing the excruciating feeling of patience.
(Infinity Killer – When Saints Go Machine)
No comments:
Post a Comment