‘’Venous thromboembolism includes deep vein thrombosis and pulmonary embolism and occurs as a result of venous formation in a vein’’.
Sound of Japanese lullaby.
-Takera no Komoriuta is the name, he is saying and it has a lovely meaning.
-Mike! Hello gorgeous! Mike?? Mike? Do you hear me Mike?
Messages again. Phone is off.
-Your next stop will be Willesden Junction, exclaims the relatively calm lady on the speakers above my head. Please, mind the gap between the train and the platform.
Oops! The gap is full of people. There isn’t any more space for us to not mind it.
-Mind the fucking gap! She now starts yelling. Her recorded voice sounds a lot more frantic than before.
Well I look twice and yes, I can see clearly! The gap is full of people, people of various ages, origins, colours, sizes and backgrounds.
They all have one thing in common: a calm, beautifying expression on their faces. They do not realize they are down there. There is an absolute unawareness depicted on their expression which can almost reach the limits of a divine sobriety. In a quick stupid thought I see a resemblance to Dalai Lama and start laughing by myself (yet the train driver looks utterly terrified).
Not only they are situated next to each other in a crammed manner, in the gutters, between the filthy spaces between trains and platforms and on the tracks; there are also more and more falling constantly above the ones already down. They slip with a subtle, mute thud, without any noise, surprise or even a change on their faces. The calmness and soothing feeling they all seem to share startle me.
How on earth is it possible that they don’t notice what’s happening to them? They don’t feel any pain from the fall, the disgusting smell of the dirty waters running through the tracks doesn’t annoy them? And they keep packing. One next to each other, one on top of another. Side by side, like a massive human, silent domino under the trains. And the first ones, the ones at the bottom of the mass, how did they initially fall in? Was it by chance, on purpose or someone pushed them in this grey puddle? I always had a feeling these tube staff members looked suspicious.
But…was I, myself in there as well? Or if my mind was in the train, how could I be sure my body hadn’t fallen inside, without me realizing, and are you there with me?
Nobody could see this and none else was scared of what would happen to us. So I reassured myself. I have to finish my book anyway.
The Japanese lullaby kept playing, louder and louder, making me fast asleep. I tucked my head back in the book I was trying to read and concentrated:
‘’ The aim of treatment is to alleviate the suffering of the patient and carer and to improve social and cognitive functioning. The medicines can relieve positive psychotic symptoms such as thought disorder, hallucinations, delusions, apathy and social withdrawal.’’