Travelling by train or bus or tram or any public transport around Warsaw can turn out to be a lot of things. Boring. Exciting. Uneventful. Colourful. Disgusting. Or all of the above. Sometimes I have to wonder what certain individuals have in their mind.
Half past nine in the morning, I'm travelling from the west part of Warsaw the east. Taking a few minutes to read a novel. It's just a five train stops. Two dodgy looking men enter the train and sit in the same wagon. Warning signs go off to move to another part of the train, but that would be to obvious so I sit, staring out the window to avoid eye contact. But I can't help but listen in on their conversation.
'I need a cigarette. I'll be back in a minute' one of them says.
A few moments later.
'#(&) there's no where to smoke here.' he says to his friend.
Looking around the carriage, he sits back down in the seat and lights up his cigarette. Smokes it without a care in the world.
Unfortunately this isn't a one off incident.
So you're probably wondering why no one says anything.
Well, the result might be;
a – you'll get cursed and spat at
b – you might get beaten up
c – you might get killed
It's just not worth it. Yes it's unfortunate. If more people stood up for what they believed, protected the rights of others and started giving a damn about their own backyard and the backyards of those around them, the whole world might be a better place. Or they could learn to read, 'No Smoking' means don't light that damn cigarette.
The funny thing was that this guy was talking to his mate about what a great student he was at school, getting straight A's, being a goody two shoes and than taking a wrong turn somewhere around college when he dropped out and turned to crime. There's a great possibility that he was recently released from prison.
I kept my mouth shut. Though I was tempted to tell him that he should turn in the right direction and put the cigarette out before he got into more trouble by authorities. Unfortunately I wasn't brave enough, probably for the best.
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