Chapter 27 THE CHRONICLES OF A DIARIST

ALELUIA, SCREAMED SOMEONE FROM THE BACK SEAT.

THE LAUGHTER WAS GENERAL AS THE MAN DECADE IN HIS QUIET POINT, AS IF NOTHING HAD HAPPENED TO HIM.

THE FRIEND TANIA AND I WAS LOOKING AT THE MAN, UNTIL THE BUS TURNS THE CORNER, WE WERE CRUSHING FROM HEAD TO TOE, WE WERE FORCED TO DRINK BEERS IN FULL WEDNESDAY, TO REFLECT ON THE EVENT INSIDE THE BUS, WIT