What a fight!

Struggling against the wind on your way to the Subway Station with the cold biting through all the layers of your clothing including your beloved coat – the only one you took! God bless Woolrich!
You hardly look at people, ‘cos your eyes are crying from the cold but yet, you still see them, all these ladies, (running with there high heels on the ice covering the sidewalks - while you’re trying to stay alive with your timberlands), shaggy as a bear, florid faces from the cold, but obviously warm in there long fur coats.

You finally got to the Subway Station, but now you sweat: quick! Unbutton! Unzip! whatever you can, just to catch your breath but here comes the train…strategically run to the front wagons - sweat even more!, you might catch a seat … even though – depending on the time of the day - chances are low! To the contrary, chances you’ll get squeezed in quite violently, facing some soviet compatriot who’s breath is unbearable, are quite big! You can’t really move, so you stay put, looking at your shoes! No way you can take out your small vocabulary booklet now, and use the time to learn some words. With the crowd moving in and out you might make it under his arm, which is not a better situation. Everybody puts on his METROFACE (that means, no expression what so ever, or pretend to sleep). Your luck depends on where you work…As for me...i got to hold it for 25 min! Quite a challenge, believe me!

The speaker announces your station, Fight your way out – because everybody has the tendency to bloc the entry - Button up, scarf on, gloves… quick!…to fight your way through the cold again….up to your overheated office!