Shenomad

Overwhelmed by the sight of the Eiffel Tower, we ran inside the subway and rushed to buy a ticket. It turned out we had bought the wrong ones and ran straight into the controllers. It was not the first time we got accidentally fined so obviously we tried hard to escape this accidental fine again. First we tried to explain that the machines, operated only in French were the culprit of the incident and then we argued for the fairness of our detention. It then blew into the criticisms of the whole underground system and ended up with attempts to stir the pity out of the incorruptible controllers. None of these strategies worked so we had to pay the fine – amount quite big for Kazakhstani pockets. Indignant and upset we rushed inside the leaving subway car. Only when the doors closed did we realized that we took the wrong route. “Bad things happen in threes,” I remembered. “Karma has to balance my luck”. And then it happened. The wagon flew from the underground into the bridge. Windows filled with lights and shadows of Parisians on its curtains flashed by, and the old man in the end of the wagon slowly pulled his accordion. Suddenly the train broke away from the buildings and appeared on a bridge over the Seine right next to the Eiffel Tower. I heard children cried from admiration and turned my head to see her. It was exactly midnight when the Eiffel Tower was performing her last and brightest show. It felt like the train has slowed down for a moment to let us enjoy the view. “Here we go, folks. Enjoy my city” gnashed old wagon. Five more seconds and it dove into the bustling streets of Paris.