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Taking the fifty-minute-long ride metro, just to walk three more minutes out and then waiting for other twelve minutes for the bus home to arrive can be of course exhausting at times. Don't get me wrong or judge me just yet, the thing is that I have had thought that living in a large city slowly takes your joy away, as if it was a vampire trying to suck out the life of its victim. Perhaps I am overdoing it or overthinking it, or I might even be at fault for letting myself be an easy target for the city to slowly consume me from within. In my case, I believe that it is hard to point my finger at the "right" culprit...I guess it is a combination of factors and experiences that slowly accumulate in the process of living my life, or trying my best to live it and, the final result seems to be just plain exhaustion.  One of those evenings, the bus came in and I sat down by the window. Some seconds later, an old lady sat next to me. She was just another passenger like many other...