Saturday, 19 March 2011
I was in the same train with the prime-minister
I saw I was on a train. I was sitting alone and I was feeling rather self-conscious. Next to me was a young man with his father. He seemed nice. As they were sitting there looking out the window the prime-minister came and sat across them. The boys father recognized him and they started chatting. The young man remained silent and so did I. I was wondering why. Politics is not my favorite subject but such a low-fi conversation with the prime-minister is not an opportunity to be missed. Instead I kept looking out the window and every now and then at the handsome boy that was silent and profoundly bored.