[FONT=Calibri, serif]Yesterday I came back [/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]with [/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]my mother´s [/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]traveling[/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif] on the subway. It had rained and part of that system collapsed and it was a yam. I missed more than 3 wagons which stopped in front of me, just because people looked packed like sardines in a can and, when it got too late to get my mother who was with me that afternoon, I tried to get her several stations ahead, but she was also pushed, that she went alone her home.[/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri, serif]I lost my mother at Pza. Vzla. station. She was so pushed that [/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]she [/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]was gotten aboard a wagon she thought I was also in, but we were separated and I had to hit the window sh[/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]i[/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]el[/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]d[/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif] to let her know I was out, while she was [/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]confused [/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]in the other extreme.[/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri, serif]-"If you can, wait for me in Petare station" I said.[/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri, serif]She knew I was outside because I asked help to someone near her side and that train stopped several times before leaving the platform where many people were "aligned" waiting in the hope they would leave Plaza Venezuela station.[/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri, serif]When I dared to aboard one, it was like a can... I pushed myself in thinking my mother needed me and, by the moment I write this, she told me she enjoy her trip and felt it funny, because she did things to forget the pain of her bones... (She just told me now she asked a man something like this: "[/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]May I sit on your lets? You´re younger than me, but you are using the blue seats deserved for older ones, and my legs are weaker than yours[/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]...")[/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri, serif]I pushed and was pushed to get in. The woman in front of me felt uncomfortable and I apologized and, when she insisted on the fact she has two children near her, I said "Forgive me! But I don´t want to kneel down to convince you". She talk back and I didn´t plan to make it worst for me and soon it happened, an older man next corner started to talk about kindness, respect and [/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif]conscience[/FONT][FONT=Calibri, serif], and two women next to me tried to deter him from speaking, several times.[/FONT]
-Blue seats are deserved for people with physical disabilities, pregnant ladies and older ones! I myself are with a child here, but those young girls and ladies had those seats the way they wanted, ignoring the norm we had to respect on the subway system.
-While you mind shutting up? This is so crowed that you would help more closing your mouth. Said the short woman next to me.
I could see her at her face because her shabby back was in front of me. I felt embarrassed by the things heard and I thought to myself: “If there were a war or an earthquake now... Will I help them a bit?”
-That´s clear! -said that man at distance- you have no respect, no matter what I politely said to help.
-You would help more if you keep you mouth shut. There´s is too much people in here...
I moved somewhere nearer to that man. I was looking at his kindness yet I wasn´t agreeing with his ideas that the whole wagon was intended for old people, but he had his thoughts.
-Have you heard that? -I said to that man- She doesn´t think you have your right to express your ideas, while she is free enough to saying hers, and you haven´t tried to stop anyone from thinking, except you claimed we should be kind and gentle to give our seats older people.
-That´s why when jesus came He said we should love the others...
-Oh, no, sir! Don´t mention God in here. -One of those women said- Don´t use him to reason your own ideas...
Uff! That moment those ladies got my full animosity and I´m sure it´s not the color of your skin what makes you or me different. It´s not the convention of our local or national culture neither the education we might say we received where we were raised... I wish I had taken a picture or has made a video of this... but I chose to make it words, because these are easily gone with the winds!
