Durung my recent stay in France I had a couple of ultra-turbulent mornings dealing with the Parisian transport. I went to stay with a friend in Issy Ville on south-west of Paris. Call it ‘bad luck’ but the trains didn’t work as usual on both mornings in the row. This made thousands of people’s life harder, including mine, due to my work commitments. Regardless leaving the house ahead of time, I got stuck on the way. The line 1 at La Dèfence was closed for over an hour while the crowds of people were waiting to get in.
Didn’t have much choice but to look for a place with stable internet connection, instead of missing my classes. I was in one of the biggest Paris’s office areas, yet finding a quiet place to work from seemed impossible. Cut long story short, I had to stop working as paid internet at Cafe didn’t deliver.
In all this mess, a lady in a restaurant tried to help me finding a quiet angle to work from, a stranger man paid for my coffee when it turned out that there is no change in the restaurant, and a lovely girl from Canada who worked in interent cafe arranged a discount for me to make my working experience easier.
Living in a metroply can make people unfriendly, especially if one is obliged to take public transport on a daily basis. I try not to blame anyone for being unresponsive to other human’s needs. On the other hand, I must admit that I was annoyed and at the point to blame the whole France and world’s society including polititians. It is so easy to do that. Jumping to conclusions feels natural. We are masters at it!
I have a deal with myself. It is to count what bad didn’t happen, instaed of listing the burdens. For example, I could have got robbed, I could have fallen and sprained my anke. I could have got stuck in the middle of nowhere hungry (hungry, angry!) and be able to do nothing about it. It’s hard to focus on what seems to be obvious when it’s there. When we learn that, we will see the twisted magic of life through this little, unsignificant events which we’ll forget by tomorrow.
One of the things we never get back is time. And this is why I chosen to live my life without taking the public transport, even if it costs me turning down attractive job offers.
When I lived in the UK I decided not to take jobs in London because I didn’t want to spend there hours on commuting every day. In effect, I earned little but I was home at quarter past five and could focus on my passions such as dancing and writing. These have lead me to where I am today – doing what feels right and travelling when I feel like it.