The bus of the students

I recall many times my friend Tomé Reis and his brothers. We was of an age but Tomé the taller. We attended at secondary school Liceu de António Enes (where his mother worked) when he started ‘weight lifting’. He followed his sporting brothers. They were, always, fine fellows but didn’t like abuse. So, sometimes when we was at the bus to home after school and the weather was terribly hot and the nerves shaken I saw his brothers to knock out others that I already don’t remember who were! But we were young and the hurts healed quickly. One time the native seller of tickets of the bus had a fight with one of the most brave of our colleagues of the secondary. The fight started because one of the girls hadn’t money and how she delayed the search of the money in her pockets the seller put himself out of temper. One of our colleagues gave the money at the girl but the seller out of temper with the ‘goings-on’ said no and that the girl needed to abandon the bus!! It was the doomsday! The fight ended at the police headquarters! One day, at the bus of the students, with one sheet of paper I did a ball, joyfully and carelessly I launched the ball. The latter rose high in the air and landed at the head of the driver that startled, shouted and we were again at the police headquarters! How none saw who was the launcher I shut up my mouth and escaped of have a police record.