As a child I used to commute to the school in an overcrowded public bus of late Soviet Union type. And overcrowded meant that one had to literally squeeze onese

As a child I used to commute to the school in an overcrowded public bus of late Soviet Union type. And overcrowded meant that one had to literally squeeze oneself into the bus. As it was often impossible even to look at the window as that was covered in frost the only thing that I could do was to either observe clothes of other people or listen to what people say around. One often realized that if friends or couple are loudly talking about something interesting, then the whole bus was silent trying to listen despite the noise of the engine. On many occasions the stories or talks were so fascinating or weird that it was disappointing to leave the bus.