This moment is eternity.

And then there was the matter of Adriana. He felt a rush of energy through him every time he passed by her tent at the market. He rarely spoke to her; he was not the outgoing type, and thus had a difficult time even mustering up a few words of greeting each time. Victor was the quiet type, and though he held strong emotions inside him, they barely ever manifested themselves. If he only he could grasp at life itself, then he truly would be happy. His thoughts lingered on her face, and the beauty that radiated from it, while the bus slowed to the stop outside of his building.
Still in his state of deep reflection, he nearly missed the stop, but quickly scrambled off before it could pull away. Looking down the street, he yawned, covering his mouth, and meandered into the complex.

The government seemed stable enough, and there were enough problems elsewhere to leave their own nation out of the spotlight. The United States cared little about their state of affairs; this was seen as ideal for the party. As long as they had an open market to America, and the US government did not stick its nose where it was unwanted, relations between the two countries blossomed. Victor cared little for the ideological struggle going on in this so-called “Cold War,” and his government reflected his indifference.

The world seemed so tangible to him. His recent promotion at work, a result of him distinguishing himself in the eyes of those above him, was based on both his loyalty to the department and party, and on the satisfactory work Victor obliged himself to do. He was adequately suited for his job, for he had a good mental capacity, even if he wasn’t a genius. Yet it was his overt enthusiasm that helped him excel at what he did. It interested him a bit, but it was not a passion of his. He did not seem to have a passion for anything really, other than service for the party. He certainly was not skyrocketing to the top, but at this rate he should have a respectable position in the party by the time old age came around.

The bus moved along, regaining speed, and randomly stopping at short intervals to pick up more passengers. As they traversed the busy streets, the bustling activity sprawled from the sidewalks to the streets, and the bus slowed nearly to a stop. He looked out the window and could see people leaving for work, some walking on the sidewalks, some driving cars through the busy streets. The ride would still be a while longer, and he would not be able to think about much else later. So he closed his eyes and let his mind wander.

The pale blue bus could be seen coming down the road, which was full of potholes, chunks of asphalt flying from beneath the wheels. The motor’s roar was heard coming closer and closer, until the sound of various engines filled the air. Victor was surprised, as the sound was too loud to be coming from the bus. At that moment, he looked up in the sky and marveled at two B-29 bombers flying overhead. It was a sight to see, as they seemed to graze the ground as they flew away. He quickly looked over at the crowd waiting for the bus, and saw their eyes fixated on the site they had just seen, amazed at their beauty and elegance. They all were abruptly interrupted by the bus, which seemed to have suddenly appeared in front of them. They slowly boarded the vehicle, climbing the stairs, walking down the aisle and attempting to find a place to sit. It was routine, and Victor knew he would end up standing. He would rather stand then see a laborer, woman, child or elder having to stand. Anyhow, he didn’t mind it. He would have enough time to sit later.

Victor entered the elevator, closed the gate, and pressed the button for the ground floor. While standing there, he could not help but think of the constant dreams he had of Adriana. She was a beautiful brunette who worked at the agora, the local food and supply distributor. She meant everything to him, but he did not know how to approach her. She was a few years younger than himself, Victor having twenty years of age. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the ding of the elevator. He pulled the gate open and walked out of the building.
He needed to focus on his work, even though that was one of the last things on his mind. He worked for the Departamiento de Relaciones Internacionles, or DRI, the Department of International Relations, and though it was arduous work with long hours, he somewhat enjoyed it. Of course it was the job that best suited him, and the government knew this. He was just thankful he was able to move up from the common proletariat to the working class. He could not see himself sowing seeds in the fields, mining coal in the coalmines, or herding cattle on the Pampas. Standing at the bus stop he could see workers piling into pickup trucks, holding their hoes, shovels and other working utensils.

It was a frigid April morning, and Victor did not want to get out of bed to turn the incessant beeping of the alarm off. But the sound began to enter his brain, and he knew he would soon go mad if he did not turn the device off. Not that he wasn't already. He got up, turned it off, and put some water to boil. He wanted to get back into bed, but knew that if he did, he would be late to work.
He took his shower, shaved, and returned to brew his coffee. If there was one thing in the world that could help him get through the arduous day, it was his coffee, even though it tasted more like smashed coffee beans poured into hot water than any brew. But it did not matter to him, for the caffeine was all he needed to feel better, and he knew that it was because of the important rationing of goods. Blowing the steam away from the surface of the cup, he swallowed the liquid down quickly, looking at his alarm clock on the counter all the while. It read half past six. He had to leave to catch the morning bus.
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