I decided to share my feelings. The Metro. Hour of Pick. Most of the stations. In the first approaching train "inside" is not possible. The people slowly, the train after the train, passes to the door. And here comes the long-awaited moment when you realize that you can get into the next train, because between you and the rails there is nothing but a couple of centimeters of air. There are two terrible minutes of waiting. Behind you is supported by a crowd of people who have enough light push in your back that you would fall on the rails. You want to go back, to free yourself at least a few more centimeters of saving space, but you can't, because the crowd behind you will not allow it to do. Here comes a train that barely touches your head with its mirror. You are put into the car, and there is a "relaxed" state. Another day, and no “good,” “adequate” citizen has hit you under the train. And so every day.