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The big city kills | 18 mars 2009

...the good spirit. I guess it is the same in other big, cosmopolitan cities such as New York, London or Rome. However I doubt that in other parts of the world (Delhi, Bejing or Rio) you would see similar things since the culture is so different.

You could almost be killed on a big parisian street after having criticised bad soup, beaten by the crazy guy from the restaurant that followed you without anyone intervening. (I know this for a fact!) Nobody cares or people are just simply too numb to notice others in trouble.

People can even cry in the metro after someone spits in their face without anyone stopping to check if they're ok.

So today - just a few kilometers from Paris, in ST Cyr to be exact I was left alone with little Mr. F when Pan had to leave to get another train. You can imagine my surprise when the security agent asked if he could help me to carry the stroller up all 215 steps to the platform (how can they make so unpracticle train stations??)I thought I had gotten my share luck for the day but far from it. A few minutes later when the train arrived a young gentleman took my stroller up into the train, without even asking, like it was the most normal thing to do. Never since felix's birth two months ago, has anyone even offered to help me in or out of the bus. Ever. Not once and my, do I take the bus often. Another man asked me if he could help when we stopped two stops later. But I was going further and so said no thank you politely. However when I got to my stop, bad luck noone. Thankfully Im strong. no problem, I can get out of a train. Then I looked at the exit. 500 steps down to the street! 500, I kid you not! Hundreds of people around me, going in and out (it was rush hour). I looked around. and again. Then I finally took the stroller by one hand, in my arms and went down the stairs carefully. not one persone, not ONE proposed to help.

Well, I was back in Paris city. Sometimes you just got to love the suburbs.

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