Wednesday, March 24, 2010

another conversation, but with a stranger on the train

Auburn straw-like hair, a Western straw hat laying next to him on the blue leather seats, and a navy blue jumpsuit, soiled. A lesion on top of his right eye and another one protruding out near his left eye. He sits alone. A faint smile.
I dunno why?
You don’t know what?
Why people stare at me—so strange—I did nothing. No one talks to me. Orange residues of that day’s meal sit on his lips and teeth.
That is strange.
I’m waiting for them..
For who?
The Samaritans—the good people—but they don wan me.
Who are these people?
I believe in their lord and Holy spirit. I almost died ya know.
I’m sorry to hear that.
It’s nice up der.
Where do you mean…heaven?
Yeah, he tol me all about it. He tol me not to fight. To love one another. To live in peace.
Yeah, he tol me it’s a beautiful place.
Was this in a dream?
No it’s real. he talked to me.
Oh, ok.
It’s strange I don wanna hurt nobody. I dunno why the good people won’t help me. I wan some help.
You’ve been through a lot.
I can’t work; my legs don work. Is dis my stop. I don wanna pay. Last time I was wearn that, what you call it, Mexican thing, very warm. I kept it there.
A poncho?
Yeah—I need help. I was in a hospital for four months—I have big scar next to my heart—almost died. it’s this far from my heart.
Less than an inch.
I’m so sorry to hear that, but glad you’re okay.
Hehe, been to…
Your stop is here, right?
Train comes to a halt at City Centre.
Ah, Yeah. bye.

His land is not his.


  1. Was this a real conversation you had? Wow, that's pretty heavy.

  2. Hi Kathleen! Yes, it was. It was brief, but I knew I had to record it right away. There was something so sad and lonely about him, and he had some great insights. I wouldn't have minded if our conversation continued.