27/7: The public transportation in Phoenix consists of busses and the Metro Light Rail. Vladimiro calls it the Fried Brain Express. One day on the way to meet up with him for lunch, we learned why.
A man got on the train and sat down facing us. He had a bandaged hand and still the hospital wristband on. He started talking to us, and at first he seemed like a pretty nice guy, maybe not completely mentally well, but harmless enough. He said that both mom and me were pretty, and then I think he started flirting with mom a little bit.
Until he said: “I could kill you, you know. But I won’t. Because you’re beautiful. But I could.”
It didn’t feel like a threat, not really, but Daniel stood up anyway, as a shield between us and the crazy man. I think he was just a crazy man that didn’t know what he was saying, but still it felt nice when we reached tye university and could get off the train.
When we told Vladimiro about the incident, he laughed and said: “What did I tell you? It’s so hot here that some people get their brains fried, and those are the ones that take the train. The Fried Brain Express.”
There wasn’t really any arguing against that.
Katja Malmborg 