I nodded, even though I felt like crying.
“Yes. Thank you. If it hadn’t been for you…”
“Don’t thank me yet. Let’s see what the police say.”
The man began pacing nervously in the carriage, repeating that it was all a joke and that women today were exaggerating. No one answered him anymore.
When the metro entered Saint-Paul station, I saw two security guards waiting on the platform. They had been alerted by the communication system, and one of them went directly to the door of the train car.
“Who asked for help?”
“It was me,” said the old woman, raising her hand. “This man held this woman against her will and prevented her from getting off at the previous station.”
The man immediately began to protest.
“Lies! They provoked me! They filmed me without asking and made a scene over a few seats!”
The officer asked her to calm down and requested police intervention. I went down to the platform with the elderly woman and the woman who had intervened.
