The thank you
He approached me shyly, like he was lost and asking for directions. I was a bit amused by his choice. It’s not exactly polite nor effective to ask someone who is obviously on the phone. I mistook his pose for “need in an emergency” and somehow agreed to see what that was all about. He said “This is my access card, I don’t need it, I’m leaving Bucharest”. I acknowledged his gesture like I was taught to. I was still reluctant to accept reality, these random acts of kindness don’t happen to me. I even confessed to it on the phone, during my conversation. Before finishing my ride on the subway my plan was made. This one month subscription card had to go on and live its last day in the hands of as many as possible. My stop looked almost deserted and for a couple of seconds I feared I would meet no one on my way out, on their way in. But I met someone. I said “Here, have this card, it expires today”. The man stopped for a fraction of a second, I had interrupted his fishing for the money in his wallet. Then he took it and left. I was a bit sad he did not say “Thank you”. Maybe he was just baffled, as I was when the same happened to me.
I hope the one who gave me the card really only needed it to Victoriei, where we met. And I hope the man who got it from me, also gave it to someone else when he was done with his trip.
