People

If you travel by metro, I'm sure you have met her. Small and thin, greying hair and rotting teeth, her eyes sparkle with youth. She wears faded jeans and a worn out sweat shirt. She spends her time walking down the isles, but she is not there to beg. With extraordinary energy, she sings revolutionary songs and makes enflamed speeches which nobody understands. It sounds like some sort of esperanto. If you smile at her she will smile back at you with enthusiasm, sharing her joy of life.