A friend told me one morning commute, a few years ago, in one of these Camellos now missing: the M4 - the green salad, which was across southern Havana - arrives as a full egg. He managed to climb
narrowly on the entrance stairs, clinging to the side bars.
Before him, a woman, to chest more than generous, " violent," he said. It is up the stairs, facing him, his two children by his side.
But then the doors shut suddenly behind this friend, and he finds himself projected nose in the breasts of the woman, literally. Confused, he looks up to explain that it is not voluntary, he did not do it on purpose. The woman reassures him with indifference: "No te worried about this, no pasa nada ... " she said ( " Do not worry, it's nothing ). And the path goes between the breasts of imposing this neighbor, not moving, turn the head to emerge. Around them, the other passengers as kids, " dándome chucho " chaining joke, joke, for over half an hour.
He laughed again.
