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When the alarm ranged, I remember it was 6 in the morning. And now it's 10 am. This happens every time, whenever something important comes up. But other days I easily wake up in the morning from 6 am to 7 am, then as always, I have nothing to do. I spend my time lazy, walking on the street or in the park, sometimes I see people from the veranda, and sometimes having a cup of tea and listening to a song is my regular morning activities. Then I wait for my class, which always starts at 10 am and the maximum time it is postponed and rescheduled at 2 pm. But today is an important day for me. I have to go to the university. I am two hours late; I had an appointment at 8 am with my supervisor. For the first time, we are seating for my thesis preparation. Well, still I decide to go, in case she shows up in the department if I can manage to explain my oversleeping situation to her.
I quickly prepare myself for a long day. I get on the road, beautiful refreshing weather. I think it rains last night. A rain-washed sunny day. From my apartment to the metro station, the ‘Basilica san paolo’ station takes 10 min in average speed walking, including to red light which I have never missed. I mean whenever I reach the road crossing, I always found it the signal light red, however, once I tried to run towards it when it turns green, still I did miss it.
I get into the metro, from here to my destination it will touch seven stoppages and I will get down at the eighth stoppage, ‘Publico Politecnico’ station. Then I have to walk about five minutes to reach the department. It is all about 30 minutes. I realize the compartment of the metro is kind of empty, with only a few people especially elderly Italian women. I concentered on my phone, reviewing my thesis proposal. Suddenly, I hear someone crying. I look around, then I see a girl in front of me crying. She becomes red and she is holding her hands together on her face. I look around to see how other passengers respond to her. No one even looks at her. As a brown man, from South Asia, I decide not to interrupt her. So, I let her cry and tried to overlook her.
We all have bad days, and we all suffer at some point in our life. She might have faced some difficult times. The metro already reached five stations. I look at her and she is still crying. She was wearing a white T-shirt with a blue jeans jacket on top and black jeans pants. She also had a beautiful furry bag with a smiley face on it. We reached the 6th station. I saw her, she looks tired, her blonde hair partly covered her face but the blue pupils and the over crying reddish shades on her eyes, I still remember I tried not to go and ask her why she was crying, but I couldn’t. We reached station 7th. A lot of people got into the metro, and I pull myself beside her. And I asked her in English if she needs any help. She answered, that her father died this morning, and she don’t know what to do. She explained how she got into Rome and that she is from Turkey. The eighth station came and I receive an email from my supervisor where she said, sorry for not being on time she had to attend to some other matters. And if it is possible, we will meet next week.
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