marshutka ride

...i tell you it's smth:-) it may take creativity size of a bean to come up with a contemporary bestseller taking a ride on a marshutka:-))))))) about 20 people squeezed in a tiny mini-bus meant for 10 people. all-so-pseudo-touch-me-not armenian girls enjoying the forced proximity of a male thigh, which would be hard to guess were you not experienced in those rides; phony yuppies showcasing the last models of mobiles with a casual 'hey-see-what-i've-got' expression on their faces and conversations lasting no longer than ape, marshutki mej em; tatiks smelling of perfume made when brejnev was young (oh, save me from the luck of having to take a seat next to one of them:-)))))) and wearing a purple lipstick on the lips that are actually a remote hint of a lip rather than one; detached intellectuals pondering their intellectual thoughts soaring far above the triviality of the lives of all those next to them; couples shocking the youth-deprived tatiks and kids, the only sunlit creatures in the terribly stuffy trunk of a metal cube.

i've got to run to my french lesson, but ...i love marshutkas:-)