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  • This morning, in the subway, I slowed down.

    I was quickly going down the stairs, the trolley in my right hand, the bag in my left hand.
    An elderly couple was walking ahed at slow, measured paces. Suddenly, I'm hit by the sound of the subway. It's coming. I step up my pace. I must catch it. The distance between us reduces. I spot an opening on the right. I move, I can outpace them. But…

    A split second, an instant. A neuron of mine raise its hand: "Hey, this morning you're not running to the office and you've the time to take your train, you're in advance. Don't outpace them, don't make them feel too slow for this city."
    Well… is my neuron maybe right?

    I slow down, take the time to observe them; she's a long dark skirt and a pair of low-heeled shoes, he's grey hair and a gold earring. I notice he offers his arm to his wife, she looks at him, she smiles and let him help her, step by step.
    I let the distance increase a bit and adapt my speed to their speed.

    Now, here we are, down the stairs, together. We peep out on the platform and I see the train coming. They get on, I get on and silently thank that naughty neuron, that found its way in my hasty paces.
    ---

    Stamattina, in metropolitana, ho rallentato.

    Stavo scendendo le scale con passo svelto, il trolley in una mano, la borsa nell'altra. Davanti a me una coppia di signori anziani. Scendevano le scale a passi lenti, cadenzati. D'improvviso, il rumore della metropolitana mi investe. Sta arrivando. Accelero, devo arrivare in tempo e prenderla. La distanza fra me e loro si accorcia. Sulla destra vedo un varco, mi sposto, pronta a superarli, ma...

    Una frazione di secondo, un istante. Un neurone alza la mano e dice "ehi, stamattina non stai correndo in ufficio e per prendere il treno sei in anticipo. Non superarli, non farli sentire troppo lenti per questa città." In effetti... Che il neurone abbia ragione?

    Rallento e li osservo; lei con una gonna scura che le copre le ginocchia e un paio di decolleté dal tacco basso, lui con i capelli grigi e un orecchino d'oro. Noto che lui le porge il braccio, lei lo guarda, gli sorride e si lascia accompagnare, un passo dopo l'altro.
    Io aumento un poco la distanza e adeguo la mia velocità alla loro.

    E ora eccoci, in fondo alle scale, insieme.  Facciamo capolino sulla banchina e vedo che la metropolitana è in arrivo. 
    Loro salgono, io salgo e ringrazio con un pensiero quel neurone indisciplinato, che ha fatto breccia nei miei passi frettolosi.

    Foto: http://www.flickr.com/photos/roberto_ferrari/97129285/sizes/l/in/photostream/
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