For a second, the man was speechless.
Then he looked at my phone.
— What are you doing here? Are you filming me?
I didn’t answer him.
— Erase that right now! Do you understand?
The metro was approaching the Hôtel de Ville station, where I needed to get off. I put my phone in my bag and headed towards the door.
The man stood up and came behind me.
Hey! I’m talking to you!
I tried to go around him, but he planted himself right in front of me.
— You’re not moving from here until you’ve deleted the video.
The doors opened. I took a step onto the platform, but he grabbed my sleeve and pulled me back.
— Let go of me!
The door closing bell began to sound.
That’s when I heard the old lady’s cane strike the floor of the wagon firmly.
