by Anita Asman
A story on past lives, spirit guides and intuition
Lea was tired. She had a long flight half around the world, which ended in a bus trip in an old bus that looked as if it would fall
apart in a second. Her whole body hurt from the strains of the journey. Half dreaming, she barely noticed the beautiful wild landscapes...
The bus stopped. Startled, Lea woke up. "Are we finally there", she asked herself. No, it was only a gas station. The driver got off the bus. She heard him cursing and yelling at the station attendant. Not knowing the language, Lea followed the gestures,trying to imagine what they were talking about. It could be many
things. What would a bus driver in her home country say? Shecouldn't come up with anything. Home was so far away. It seemed
that along with the geographical distance there was also a mental distance.