After cycling through the polder and putting my bike in the bikeholder I walked into the metrostation as we call it. At that moment I am usually already listening whether an old or new subway car is arriving at the metrostation, because usually the old ones go into my direction. You can simply hear it because the old subway cars are much more rusty and make a lot of noise when scratching against the steel railway tracks. The new ones don’t make that noise, but they continuously sound like Star Trek doors opening and closing.

Just like always I was hoping for a newspaper to be left over, but there was none anymore. While walking up the stairs — actually being transported by the role staircase — I started waiting for the next subway car. While the “ready for departure” signal was given, a student popped out of the subway car and wanted to try to enter the next subway car compartiment. He failed. The doors of the other part of the subway car closed and he tried to put his hands between the doors, but he was doomed. But what did he have in his hands? Yes, perhaps he grabbed the last newspaper at the metrostation entrance, which could be useful for me to read. What did he do? He was pissed and smashed the newspaper against the doors. After that the newspaper was laying on the ground and the subway car left. That’s not what a newspaper is meant for!