o 28
Took the 28 from Martim Moniz all the way to Prazeres, the long way, like we did when I was small and you said it was cheaper than a holiday.
It still screams on the corners. Tourists hang off the back and the driver shouts at them in four languages. Same driver as always, the one with the moustache. Or a new one with the same moustache. Lisbon makes them.
Fátima, tell her I sat at the window on the river side.