The bus arrives, bus # 7727, it's a good number. I line up to get a good seat but there are not very many people travelling to Chicago on the bus that night. A black lady in front of me is complaining already about the long journey: "All the way to Chicago, where are you going"? To Chicago I say to her, but I don't tel her that I'm going there for fun. She looks tired already and the trip hasn't started yet. on my seat I find a poppy pinned to the fabric and I decide to wear it since I had not bought one. It's the time of the year. I wonder i Americans wear poppies on their lapel this time of the year. We'll see, I tell myself.

They don't. Once I had a button that I used to wear on Nov.11. It said:"To remember is to end all wars".