5.50 from Sindorim

I heard the announcement as I was transferring, we all did, even if I didn't understand Korean I would have known what it meant as everyone on their way to platform 4 sped up, some even started running up the stairs. The old and the weak were brushed aside. Survival of the fittest is what it's about on the 5.50 train from Sindorim to Dong Incheon. I followed, eager to catch the fast train too... only 6 an hour... must get up these stairs. "The fast train for Dong Incheon is now arriving." Nearly there... just.. a...few... more... quick! there's still space on the train, I'll fit. I do. Breathe. WHOAH! before I could catch myself I was being thrown further into the train, leaped upon by a giant wrestler. I turn my head and see, nothing. I look down and come face to face with my aggressor. about 60 with a defiant look on her face, before I get a chance to catch my feet she barges through more, relentlessly squashing all in her wake. It's over. The doors are closing, but NO!!!! hands grab onto the doors and push them open squeezing yet more bodies onto the carriage. more come. I am now wedged in the middle , body bent in an unnatural position, gasping for breath and glad I'm not short like the little man behind me. The woman looks pleased with herself. I wonder how I will ever get out.