After work, she would get on the subway, D Line, from one end station (downtown) to the other (in Belgrano). As she got off work at six in the afternoon, rush hour, the train cars were filled with people. Like a fancy empanada; meaning really filledargentina-buenoa-aires-tango-650x434, almost about to burst out. Now, comparing passengers to meat filling will be entirely up to the reader. One can also compare the heads of passengers to sweet corn kernels, but then again, that might also be politically incorrect since it would imply that everyone is blonde. It seems there is no way to offend someone when it comes to empanada metaphors, so it might be best to move on. In any case, everyone was crammed together, trying to shake off that feeling of a stressful working day.

Some, the most careful ones, would be wearing protection. Public transport condoms otherwise known as headphones; listening to music that would be the soundtrack of a rather depressing reality. All kinds of music genres would mix in one single train car that would make little sense if everyone were listening to them loud. Others would open the book on the page where they had left off on their way to work. Some people would not be equipped with literature or music, dozing off momentarily, trying not to look in the eye of the person closest to them.

When reaching Pueyrredón stop, in Recoleta, things would calm down a bit, not much, but at least you could change position with your legs and stretch a bit. Most people would seem stressed, in a bad mood, tired or sad. Sometimes a girl or a boy would smile furtively, because of something they had read in their books; a smile in that sea of moodiness was like a hummingbird in a crowd of gloomy crows.