Trainspotting communication

There are a million details to capture in every moment, and a thousand new possibilities to discover more stuff to think about.):):) Any form of traveling makes me think. It´s something about the movement, about being on my way to something, or to somebody. Traveling involves a certain doze of adventure. I´m not thinking about the obvious "I´m going to Kenya on a wild life safari" trips or "let´s go deep sea diving in Australia", nope, I´m thinking of the every day traveling. On the bus, on the subway, on the......oh no!!........I suddenly got terribly distracted by reality .....not only do I have a slight hangover from yesterdays birthday celebration of my producer, (and that is totally my fault and I am not complaining) but.... this disastrous thing just occurred......the first snow just fell.  For you who loves snow and totally disagrees with me....great...you should have been here......For me, this is equal to sticking my head in to a wasps nest. You just don´t wanna be there.

Sorry about this distraction.....OK.,now focus.....where was I?  right....on the subway......there is so much happening for the first time. My favorite expression, a quote by my best friend Richard  "when was the last time you did something for the first time? Yesterday on the way to the studio I saw this guy, talking on the cellphone. But he was deaf and used sign language thru the screen on the phone to communicate. It looked really funky. A good example of the advancement of technology. 

He hung up to exit the train, and was replaced by a woman. Or, let´s say, I take for granted it was a woman. All I saw was a pair of eyes. I hate to say this, but it really spooked me. Her burka was pitch black, and gave a totally cold and almost evil vibe. She could have been a ninja fighter in the early days in Japan, or a robber with his black hood over his head running in to the closest bank. A million thoughts buzzed around in my head. I had such urge to talk to her but I just did not dare...., my curiosity, what made her comfortable wearing this garment, why? did she do it because she wanted to, or was she told to? or was that something that she simply never had questioned? I wondered if she really understood how scary it looked from the outside and for someone like me, not being used to it..... and that it actually made me feel totally uncomfortable. She sat on the seat across mine, quite close, and I found it hard just to meet her eyes. I did once, and It felt like she felt the same unease as I did. 

I smiled as I looked at her, and I can only guess that she smiled back. But maybe not, maybe she did not move one single muscle in her face. They say that you see the soul in a persons eyes. Well, in this case I found it really hard....I say it has to be a combo of the facial expression and the eyes. All the small wrinkles around your eyes when you smile, the dimples, the shape of your lips, they all reveal your story, your mood, you intention. 

Here, I was faced with nothing but a pair of brown eyes thru a narrow chink. How we greet each-other, first impressions is a form of communication as-well, sometimes without words, but left with a feeling, a vibe..... This meeting really made me think. I felt puzzled. I observed the people around me, who seemed to react in the same way as me, or just ignoring the fact to look out the window. 

A woman my age caught my eye, and smiled at me and nodded, like she saw what I was thinking. 

I really have to add that I am not taking any religious standpoints here. This is purely about my visual experience and my love for communication, and my total curiosity of trying to understand. I wish I had the guts to ask her out for a coffee, to get some answers to my millions of questions, and as I gathered strength to ask, her phone rang, and she answered. Still curious to know how you speak thru the textile and if you can hear anything on the other line. Of course she wore a headset. What was I thinking??

Here I am left with the snow outside, that will melt in 20 minutes and become grey mud, and my questions. If you are reading this, and have burka experience, or knows anyone who uses it, I am really curios to hear your story. Share with me if you feel comfortable. Be Blessed!!