10 January 2006

Chinatown

riding the 30 bus in San Francisco from the Marina to Downtown it started to rain. A young family with three kids boarded. Not a poor family, a middle class family, but the parents considerate enough for the environment and the future living condition on mother earth, leaving the car at home and instead using puplic transportation, a very rare sight and consideration in the USA. The 30 bus passes Stockton, chinatown pure, most stores have no signs in english, just plain sign language in chinese. plenty of dead hanging ducks in red as if they were killed by hanging all along the bus ride to your right, and when you can't stand it any longer the sight of dead hanging ducks in red as if they were killed by hanging all along the bus ride to your right, you turn left and all you see again to your left is dead hanging ducks in red as if they were killed by hanging. The father to the youngest boy said: “ Do you see all these signs, they're chinese, they're all about you ”. his mother giggled, i had the back to the boy, i couldn't see his reaction, i giggled too. Before boarding i read the news, new news that is, because i like old news better as Bob Dylan does, and the weather forecast news for tomorrow is a storm coming in, the “ Pineapple Express ”.