I thought I was going to suffocate on the crowded train.

Fathers in cities spend eight hours in the office and another two hours traveling to and from their work on trains full of people every morning and evening.

In the countryside, the breaths of the grass, the trees, and the rocks have the foul smell of humans. They call to me from all directions, and they cling to me. But in the city, even the passengers of a jam-packed train are as quiet as pebbles on the riverbed, and everyone is only thinking of themselves.

Mary was stuck in the middle of a crowded train, unable to move.

We were crushed into the crowded train.