Les passagers Page #3

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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.

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