Controlls and Compassion
The doors close. A ticket inspector. “Your tickets please.” Bags and purses are gotten out, nerved glances, rummaging. “Don’t you have a ticket?”. A 20 year old men: “I am sure I have one. One moment please.” Rummaging in the bag, in jacket and trouser pockets. No ticket seems to be there.”Okay, then please get out with me. We will do the data aquisition outside.”
An old man gets up. “Oh, hey Gerhard, where are you going? Did you already forgot? I have a double ticket, it is valid for you too!” Shortly silence. Then the young man: “Oh John, I totally forgot! Must have drunken too much yesterday!”
"Underground Fotoediting" Photgraph and copyright by Loredana Nemes
Sometimes I believe more than in other places the underground is a spot where one can clearly experience compassion- or not. For example people let strangers ride with their doubleticket, when a ticket controller appears. Or when a controller appears and I recognize somebody gets really nervous because he doesn’t have a ticket it takes me extraordinaryly long (until the next station, where the fare dodger gets out) to find… Read more!
I love those photos. Sometimes, I also had the impulse to take pictures..But I’ve never done that. just seems quite interrupting others.
Observing people around on public transport is always an interest thing, especially on subways.
coz I don’t understand German, I’ve never known what some people were speaking with newspapers on their hand. maybe that’s paperboy as you mentioned. anyway, I think it’s much much better than what’s like in Paris. The poor, is definitely poor, without dignity。