I squeezed myself through the doors. Luckily I was the last one being able to get on the train. The train was packed up until the ceiling with noise, music, body odors, used up air, chattering and laughs. Today was Saturday, but I had to work overtime, while other people enjoyed the weekend. Those people were drinking and laughing, but I was just tired and wanted to get into my bed. Pushing and pulling, squeezing and pressing. Some drunkard stood on my foot. How long will it go on? This was the last train, so all the people were on their way home. The train was overcrowded and the air was stuffy. I wanted to be home.

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