B E B E R E

Twice this week, while changing from the red to the orange line, have had an interesting and actually rather pleasant auditory experience. In the right ear (the one closest to the train), have heard a somewhat high-pitched whistle, as though steam was trying to escape from a leak in a tube. The left ear was picking up on a conversation in Vietnamese.



With any luck, I'll pass the same place at the right time again tomorrow.