Zombiezens

It doesn’t matter where do we live, sooner or later we all become zombizens. This is how I call citizens who act like zombies, people who only pay attention to their duties and stop appreciating the place they live in.

I’m a newcomer to Toronto, which is like being a baby-citizen; and like any other baby, everything surprises me. I take photos of the sky (clouds over here are amazing!), the autumn leaves, the street art and the seagulls that fly all over the place.

Have you paid attention to those beautiful characteristics recently?

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Some photos I’ve taken since I got here.

However, I’ve not always been like that.

In Mexico, I was just another random woman, going from one place to another without noticing anything… or maybe I did, but only the bad things.

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Sadly, monotony is almost inevitable, and that turns us into zombiezens.

Although I don’t know if there’s any cure for this condition, I met a guy who could be one:

I was on the bus. The driver turned on the audio system and took the mic to tell us something about a broken door, you know, like any other random message they usually say. But he was different.

I’m sure he enjoyed A LOT speaking to the mic because he went on, talking and talking, but this time about how beautiful the landscape around us was, like the red trees and the clear and sunny sky.

At the beginning, no one paid him attention, but he didn’t care and continued.

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Minutes later, some of them took their headphones off and started listening to him; at a certain point, they even laughed. I’m not sure if it was because they were really looking at the landscape or maybe they were only having fun with such an original driver.

Anyway, his goal was accomplished, these zombiezens were “waking up”!

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:/ This was the only photo I could take him.

When I had to get off the bus, I asked him his name. He was surprised, he thought I wanted to report him, but he answered:

– Frank.

– Thank you for such a nice ride Frank. Have a good one!

And I got off.

That afternoon, Frank cured a couple of zombiezens and took them to a trip outside the damned monotony.

Surely, there are more Franks out there, I want to be one of them.

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