There’s no word to describe it, being alone in a crowd. Just you and your thoughts no way out. Not a possibility to get way from them, one-way street of emotions. Alone where all’s about, alone when all the commotion is going on. Alone and noone to turn to. That’s the way I feel each and every day I get on the underground and get my ars to work. Noone sees this side of me, sometimes not even myself. I’m a master of desepcion. Well that’s enough of me as I think I am. Here is the story of how...