...was no different than someone sitting on a fire hydrant as he waited for a bus. Still, he thought, this was what he would try to correct by a solitary... ... somehow, and sell it off as a cheap form of methamphetamines to truckers, bus drivers, and maybe even guys like me who want nothing better than to st... ...a plane ticket as easily as the average man could pay for a ride on a city bus. Of course this particular car was air conditioned, and riding in it, d... ...eved with one arm in both cast and sling nor even facilitated via train or bus to Phuket, Pattaya, or Cha-am with all tickets sold out for the holiday... ...pinion?" "Well, for me it's like walking through noxious clouds of car and bus exhausts and the more you walk through it the dirtier you become in eve... ...in killers for his arm with no assistance but his saliva, and waited for a bus to take him back to Nongkhai. A kiosk selling soft drinks, Buddha statu... ...a thousand baht; another payment albeit a nominal one, he stood on a small bus like a Siamese twin conjoined to eighty or more bodies, all going in th... ...s he did albeit the others surely with more clarity than he had. He took a bus ride with myriad others across the Friendship Bridge of the Mekong rive... ...ated sidewalk. He could now see at a distance the bald muddied area of the bus terminal with its dilapidated secondhand buses that, according to the t...

.... It was definitely something that was not wanted. It stayed with him on the bus. On a ride from the Nambu Bus Terminal to Chongju, Sang Huin's sleep ... ... roads that appeared near Umsong to be rid of scenery so bland. Although the bus traveled down the highway as a solid, jitterless mass, he jittered in... ...man and it had all gone awry. Sang Huin sighed. He took off his shoes in the bus. He stroked his feet, in short white sports socks, across the vinyl o... ...ough his billfold for a calling card. He went to the front of this high-tech bus and made a call. "Yoboseyo." "Yoboseyo. Yang Lin bakwa chuseyo." Sile... ...in that area he sometimes got up around 4 a.m nonetheless; took an hour long bus ride to that small town he had once lived in; walked near bowing rice... ...e of his nationality. Now it was Kim Yang Kwam he kept thinking about in the bus. Sang Huin was labeled as dirty a few nights ago: the way he walked o... ...sical dilettante. He looked out of the window and smoothed out his hair. The bus was becoming full now. Still, no one was standing. Maybe, he thought,... ...tinct was to follow his former friend to the ends of the earth on the public bus system and to harass him in the bus by making him feel miserable for ... ...ome passively. On what seemed like an eternal trip, cramped on a seat in the bus, disconnection was making his mind jittery, soft, and rolling like a ...

...ry in the hope of jogging someone’s memory. Theo’s photo could be seen at bus stops and train stations across the country, accompanied by the words ... ...an’t tell you anything at all,’ Bozo sniffed. ‘I was almost run over by a bus and all you can say is “scoundrel”.’ ‘I’m sorry. I’m just dying to know... ...tons on their coats, pulled up their hoods and hurried off in search of a bus or underground train to take them home. Theo had no home to go to, ho... ... of course. There’s a group of French schoolchildren over there and their bus leaves in f ve minutes.’ ‘How do you know that?’ Theo asked, rather im... ...you make.’ He dragged Theo along by the hand. ‘Come on, or we’ll miss the bus.’ Theo glanced up at the gang of French kids being herded by a few str... ...they realise I’m not French?’ ‘Look,’ Bozo snorted, ‘either we go with the bus or we go with them.’ He indicated to where the police could be seen ci... ...e front called out something and the whole school party moved towards the bus. Theo shuff ed along in their midst and, although he couldn’t understa... ...d?’ ‘And they’re going to help,’ Bozo answered gleefully. They reached the bus and Theo raised his hood so no one would see his face. They boarded in... ...ould they notice? 70 Bozo and the Storyteller His turn came to board the bus but, as he lurched forwards, a large hand came to rest on his shoulder...

...body else do it. We need to drive our cars less. Let somebody else take the bus. We need fewer babies. Let other people limit their families. ...

...suicidal terrorist fanatics to attack. Rather than blowing up a 12 passenger bus or a high rise building, the nuclear fallout of a blown reactor can ...