I left the classroom. Walked down some stairs, then more. I walked in a tunnel, on the wrong side. I passed pop machines and mars bars, I turned left. I walked up a few stairs and noticed there was -again- something going on at the auditorium. I got through the university doors and turned left. I got my metro pass out, swiped it and got in. I walked to the other side of the rectangle, walked down the stairs, then some more stairs and turned left. I stopped and opened my book. Oh, I looked at the giant screen. 3 minutes before the next metro would be in. I got in the wagon (well, 3 minutes later). I looked around me. Again there was a grandma looking pretty … “sharp” dressed in the height of fashion (well, stuck in my generation’s clothes). And again there was someone talking to an imaginary friend, walking up and down the wagon. We stopped at one station. Than another. Until we reached the one before another one. I got out and walked the stairs. I noticed the yellow raincoat girl. I had seen her a week ago or so. She again seemed in a deep conversation with someone. But I was never able to see this “someone”. And I will not write about the … well, the rest.

I enjoy living in the city, but it feels so good to get out at times.