It's the morning on the subway. People scattering, moving in all directions, running in search of their own exit. Sometimes I wonder really.. Are we all really in a hurry, or are we dragging each other into rush and anxiety? I'm heading for the exit. The weather is slowly getting colder. A wave of air strikes with strength on our faces and decides in a fleeting way to take with him, even briefly, a girl's scarf. But she doesn't realize it. People kept walking behind her, having noticed what happened, but no one bent over to give it to her. Kind of like we're all making a secret deal just to mind our own business. Or be in a hurry. It's been several seconds. The girl carefree climbing the stairs, the scarf motionless and helpless between the world and all of us hurried, passing through. I dare and I lift it. Running to catch her up, I saw looks of wonder and curiosity. What's she going to do with it? But I also saw looks of satisfaction and smiles.

I gave the scarf to the girl, crimson and silky, without anything testifying his suffering. I thought about all those scarves that my grandmother has gifted me and how deeply sorry I would have been if I had lost any of them. But mostly I thought about how human it is to bend over to help someone.. I wouldn't say that I didn't get a little angry at first with all those who didn't do anything at all. But I'll say that I sat down and thought why. It's not that easy for everyone. For you to be able to help someone else, you must have first given yourself some help. How hard would it be for someone who's lost something important to pick up that scarf? How hard would it be for someone who is avoiding picking up something important for him, to finally picking up that scarf? How hard would it be for someone to pick up the scarf when no one helped him over his own important ' something '? For all these glances of wonder, curiosity, contentment and smiles so...