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London Underground in Summer

In summer, I mean the real heating summer, walking along the London Underground station, from one line to another, is like walking in hell.

The temperature can be as high as 40 degrees, no fresh air goes through. Perfume from ladies mixed with cologne from gentlemen, tourists in their leather jackets (who can never imagine why it is 22 degrees outside but here they are standing near a volcano.) carrying their XL luggages to climb steps as the signs to lift is blurred by the steams from those handmade Saviour Street suites.

Being a short human can be a positive thing - to quickly skip & run under people’s arms, but that is also means you can be the victim of someone’s underarm poisoning smell. Being tall means you have less chance to jump on a tube: either you bend your neck for the whole journey, or hit your forehead against the carriage ceiling every time when our tube driver breaks.

Everyone has their headsets on. (Well, probably except those tourists as they are shouting to each other to ensure they didn’t jump on a wrong tube.)

Lots of people are reading boring free newspapers, some read books, some work on a laptop, some retouch their eyelash, but majority of passengers are staring the advertisements on top of every carriage. Because no internet in this 151-year-old public transport system. The black brick-shape phone (if you don’t have a game on it) is a true brick now.

A Hermes-bag lady standing beside a Microsoft developer (backpack has a logo), trying to glance the 8th season Game of Thrones on his screen. A gym trainer is leaning against the carriage door & eating popcorn. Opposite a girl in a nice yellow summer dress standing a man in his down jacket.

Suddenly, the tube stops. The driver’s motionless voice comes out of the speaker: “There is a signal failure in the station of Acton Town (or any station TBH), we will be held here for a short while. “ the stillness & heating wraps everyone but nothing you can do. It may be the 10th time you hear a signal failure message this week.

After 5 minutes, all you want is getting out of the tube & have a deep breath.

10 minutes you just want to know if you are going to be buried here, or next stop.

15 minutes later. You think this IS a train to the hell.

20 minutes later. The train moves. Everyone sighs relievedly.

When you see the daylight & 4G signal again, you feel that you are alive again.

What can I say? Welcome to London!

午间偷闲。跑出来在附近的教堂吃千层意大利面。店主是意大利人,店面很小,什么都卖,三明治披萨意大利面蛋糕,店面装潢不起眼,生意却兴隆,好几次去晚了千层面就卖完了。教堂藏在一大片酒吧餐厅商店当铺后面,很是隐蔽,又很幽静,从街上看只看得到钟楼尖尖角。教堂院子里乱七八糟种了树,放了几把椅子。几个雕塑的断垣残壁也就这么放着,也不知道是不是二战德军轰炸后剩下的。冰冷的阳光下,一边看一边想一边吃。站起来才发现脚边是古人的墓碑。抱歉,没法分你一半,太好吃了。