The subway is usually one of the fastest and most practical means of transportation in Bucharest
. But it puts you into a kind of trace: you see nothing, unless you want to pay attention to the people around you, who are often to close to ever want to pay attention to. So people get a book, a newspaper or an mp3 player and get lost into a private world. Then the routine comes: out of the house – into the subway train – our of the train – into the office and the way back home in the evening.
Yesterday, because of an accident my glasses experienced (a tiny screw that broke and I was deprived of my glasses for a whole day in front of the computer), I had to get off the train sooner, in Piata Romana. I went out and started walking, while looking for a shop to fix my glasses. Well, I enjoyed the sunny afternoon, I bought myself two books (btw Sim, found a place where they sell quite cheap books in English), found a perfect present for K’s soon to come birthday and was mesmerized about what I’ve been missing lately.
I decided I should take myself walking more often, as days like these are a shame to miss. Sure, love the metro because I can read, but anyway, it does sometimes seem like a trip into an outer/underworld, detached from everything happening on the surface.Tags: Bucharest, Walking, Metro