I wouldn’t even had thought it was that late. The evening had begun early enough to stretch out to the late afternoon and I felt like my Sunday was going to last forever.
In the tram on my way home I saw someone crying in the most discrete way. Should I have said something?
It’s a thing we don’t really do where I come from – I guess we value privacy more than solidarity, and let a simple question of humanity and instinctive empathy bother us to the point that we almost miss our stop.
What could I have said, anyway? Every sentence that came to my mind seemed too cliché to be spoken out loud. So I didn’t. But I have never thought more intensely about something and nothing at the same time.
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