I was very tired, on the U3.
At Schweizer Platz a young couple sat diagonally opposite me. I could see their reflection very clearly in the window against the dark rippling tunnel wall. The girl clasped her hands together like an opera singer and held that pose for a moment. Then, soundlessly but in perfect synchronisation, she mouthed the words of the next-station announcement as they emanated from the carriage public address system:
Nächste Station, Willy-Brandt Platz.
Aufstieg links.
Umsteigen für den U-Bahn Linien vier oder fünf,
und den Straßenbahn Linien elf oder zwölf.
It was like poetry. Spooky and captivating. It was the most beautiful thing that day.
Words, from a mostly metrocentric perspective. See Metrocentricity for pictures.
10 June 2009
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