-Train to Melbourne Central –

Doors opened, I took a big step to the train as I have been always worried I might misstep and fall in the gap between the train and platform. I looked around to see if there is a space no one sitting, so that I can lean on the window side for a nap.

I was the last one in the queue who got into the train, everyone was sit when I almost reached the end of this carriage, there was an empty seat beside the window, but there was a man, an old man wearing a navy sun hat sitting opposite. He has long grey hair, wearing a black jacket and he latched a blue shopping bag in his arm which seemed very old and filthy.

I stopped behind him, at that moment a word appeared in my mind – alcoholics? The moment reminded me a friend I met when I first came to Melbourne, she told me not to stay near those people whom you think they look mad; alcoholics or drug abuser, or else they may hurt you.

I walked slowly over his seat, but I could not bear my curiosity and turned my head around. I saw his eyes, the eye lids were dropping down, and whilst he blinked his eyes I felt the sense of wistful. His race was clean, shaven and flushed with cold. He sat upright, with his knees modestly together.

When I stopped in front of my seat, he lifted his eye lids and glanced at me, that moment I felt so sorry to him.