Observation number 3:
The crowded train mostly empties out by the time it gets close to my stop. Beautiful people with smiles, light in their eyes and things to look forward to are all out of the train and on the way home or wherever it is they are going.
Most of those who remain look like something in them got extinguished some time ago. I finally feel like I belong.
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An old observation that continues to prove true, time and time again:
You never know who, around you, speaks (good!) Japanese, and who speaks (good!) Russian.
It is usually people you would expect the least.
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