Perspectives and symmetries

Since i’ve starter my final work i don’t get bored anymore when i have to wait. Anyone who takes the subway towards C.na Gobba always feels frustrated: if you have to go to Cologno, you can be sure enough that first will pass one for Gessate and two for Gobba. The same thing happens if you have to go to Gessate: you’ll probably see first the Cologno and the two Gobba pass by. It never happens that you go down in the cold, damp, dark gallery of the subway and your train arrives first. Most of the people to pretend they don’t have to wait so long, hop on the first train that arrives and get off at Crescenzago, where the directions split, and there they wait for the right train. There are many reasons why people do this: there is who wants to smoke a cigarette while waiting, being that it’s prohibited in the galleries, and Crescenzago is outside; there’s who suffers of claustrofobia and can’t wait to breathe fresh air, althought it comes from a very polluted street right behind; there’s who looks at the watch and realises that the sun is going down, so they might not want to go back to the surface and find everything dark: there’s nothing better after a hard working day than to go home with light still outside; there’s who sees that the train for Gobba is almost empty, so they go on so they can sit for at least few stops, being that the other two trains will be full for sure. Personally i catch the first train for all of these reasons. In February i attended my last exam in university. I was very happy. As soon as i got down in the gallery of the metro with all the noise and everything grey, i started to feel uneasy. So i caught the train for Gobba to reach as soon as possible the fresh light air, so i could start calling everybody to give the good news about my exam. The wagon was almost empty, and i started to feel empty too, trying to keep back my tears, which i couldn’t understand if they were of happiness or sadness. At the Udine stop i started to feel claustrofobia rising. I was sitting, alone, feeling my heart beet, agitated, when suddently a red warm light surrounded me. The world started smiling at me again, anxiety disappeared and my tears from melancholy became of joy. So I got off at Crescenzago, i turn on a cigarette, i’ve made a few calls, sent some messages, and still the train for Cologno wasn’t there. So i started looking around, walking back and forth. The sky was really clear, cars passed by fast in Palmanova and i looked at them as if they were music notes of a dodecaphonic score. The train arriving from the opposite direction seemed to me like a long pause, dark and dull, for then start slowly again untill it reached the fast rithm again. Being that i had to get off at Cologno nord, and the exit of that station is at the beginning of the train, i waited for it to come at the end of the platform, where the view dives in a horizon of tracks. The platform is so long that it becomes small and far the more i tried to reach the exit with my eyes. It was early afternoon so there weren’t so many people waiting with me. The platform, of a gold colour from the sun, was even more beautiful with nobody on it. I took few steps out of the roofing, to let the light embrace me completely. I was exactly in the middle. Behind me two men are chatting, and i observe lines running after each other, trying to reach the others.