In the subway, I can hear their underground prayers. I met those souls, I felt their torments. Their hands, like haikus, speak about distress, love, loneliness, determination, fear ou friendship. In the subway, I met them; they told me thousand stories. I share them with you today.
“An autumn eve; There is joy too, In loneliness.” ——Yosa Buson (1716 – 1783)