Some people actually think I was Indian in my past life.
This idea became rather strong when I started taking local Mumbai trains.
I wasn't trying to save money.
I was trying to save precious time.
And you know what I'm taking about if you spend 4 hours daily, commuting between A and B.
Now if you are thinking London's trains are crowded, think again.
In India 'crowded' takes a whole new meaning.
You probably still have your jaw dropped.
It's all right.
It took a bit of time to get mine closed. Well, you can't ride a train like that with an open mouth, can you?
Today I just remember my first time in that moving sandwich trying to see the positive side and thinking - "No wonder you'll rarely meet Indians with traditional western fears of small spaces, big crowds or public traveling.You can't really fear something you must face daily, can you?"
Well, I survived. I became extremely flexible and I can hold my bag on one finger for over an hour now. I also know how to move in group as one breathing organism and actually appreciate wind blowing on my face.
I guess it's always how you perceive the situation and every curse appreciated can become a blessing.
P.S. It's interesting that during 3 months of my daily train journeys in Mumbai, I haven't met a single western buddy. Oh, perhaps it's just a coincidence.Or maybe not. I like to put myself into that special category, you know :)
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