The subway is a different world, where people live part of their lives. Thinkers, dreamers, readers, prayers, singers and actors… all of them are looking for something to do during their short time in the subway.

  The students are trying to review their lessons. Here is the school girl, who is thinking about her math problem. Why didn’t she complete this work at home? She looks focused and concentrated. The girl glanced at the window: is it her stop? Not yet… She is solving her problems fast, one by one. They are not hard for her and she definitely knows what to do.  

Yesterday I looked at an old man, who was standing on the platform across the railway. Something caught my attention about this man. Probably it was his bow-tie with the white shirt. He was standing and staring at one point. The man had short pants, sneakers and a dirty jacket, but his white shirt, tie and old –fashioned glasses with thick lenses made me  think he was someone who used to respect himself long ago. Probably he was too old and didn’t realize that his clothing was dirty or someone was looking at him. The train came, and then moved away, but the old man was still standing on the platform, on his spot, alone and staring at one point…

I like to watch readers in the subway. Sometimes, when I look at a reading person in the subway I may see what kind of book the person is reading. The readers live in another world, in the world inside the book. They  smile, cry or look sad when they read books. but, the newspaper readers look bored most of the time. Reading for them is just a way to spend their time on the trip. The newspaper is a tool to hide their eyes from something they do not want to see.