Sometimes it seems to me as if there is no life in the metro – everyone is just waiting, standing, going somewhere, waiting, standing, going somewhere. And there are so many of them that they merge either into each other or into the station itself. And there’s a hum that you stop noticing, too. And it’s as if it will always be like that – always everyone will be waiting, standing, going somewhere – like trains. But I don’t know if it is really all so bleak or if it’s just bad weather and I’m hungry.