Now it was the old lady who had sat in her place.
She was a small woman with white hair, dressed in an elegant coat and carrying a wooden cane. She looked tired, and her hands trembled slightly when she tried to lean on it.
— Please, sir, could you move your legs together a little? I don’t have room to sit.
The man didn’t even look up from his phone.
— I’m 1.92 meters tall, madam. Where do you want me to put my knees? In my pocket?
Several people turned their heads. The old lady gripped her cane with both hands and tried to sit on the edge of the bench.
He spread his legs even wider.
— If you don’t come back, stay standing. It’s not my problem.
My name is Korina, I’m 39 years old, and I live in Paris. That afternoon, I was coming home from work on metro line 1. I was tired, I had a book in my bag, and all I wanted was to go home. But what was happening right before my eyes, I couldn’t ignore.
