LONELY STOOL:
Watching Taxi Driver, that monologue playing in my head,
underscored by moaning horns. It was back in the Dubnodays,
my cruising tune for streets, with pin-hole eyes
watching worlds collapse out of light into the night.
“All the Animals come out at Night…”
(K)
Karl Hyde 
My mother married with a Hungarian taxi driver, Michel Szollar, who emigrated to Sweden in the 70´s. This is how I came to Sweden in 1983.
(Reading Just Kids – Patti Smith after some reminders :))