It was a long time ago, but it is true. In the early nineties, the subway in the morning battles, so you can only breathe in when the neighbor is exhaling (here, the main thing is not to fail), you take exclusively compulsive poses, and you place your legs in two rows above strangers. At the next station, people are trying to squeeze into an already full car, which, as seen at first glance, is possible only by running or using heavy building equipment such as bulldozers. The mechanic once in a fifth attempts to close the doors, from which the different parts of the passengers' bodies, preventing, clearly, the closure of these very doors. Desperate to continue on schedule, the driver rattles the microphone: “Don’t hold the door, it’s an ordinary train, it’s not going to a bright future!” The people roared and partly fell out of the train from laughter, the doors closed, everyone left, but the trip became more fun, the people, so to speak, pushed already more joyfully.