Today we were crushed in rush-hour for the first time. Up to now we always managed to escape it, to catch earlier or later trains. But not today.
We were normally queueing to get into our train. The train was late a minute or two. That’s a lot here! So, the queue became longer and longer. And when the train arrived, it was already full. James thought we would not fit in it anymore. But we were kind of fit into it. Pushed with force by the crowd. Like sardines.
When the train accelerated it felt like being in the water and moving in a wave. Strangely nice. But I can imagine how uncomfortable it would become for women if men can’t keep their hands to themselves. Good that they have carriages for women only during rush-hours.