I’m back on the tube.
This time I’m stuck in front of the sliding door, I do not sit down, and I will not be distracted by anyone, in fact I take the count of the stops and the seconds that the metro takes to reach its objectives. Minus three, two, one … “stop San Babila” communicates the female voice of ATM. I get off the vehicle. I go up the escalator to the surface and I find myself dazzled by sunlight. It takes me a little bit to get used to, indeed, when I left the house it was still dark.
I look around and I am very confused and slightly panicked because I have no idea of the direction to take to get to the resale are scheduled for today. Despite the fact that, as a tobacco’s hostess, I am provided with an efficient tablet, I take daily the wrong road and lose myself in the streets of this big city.
I walk a few minutes trying to read the online map and to identify the direction of the arrow over the “Maps”, but eventually give up and return to the origin: I ask for information. The traditional method never disappoints, and within ten minutes I see in the distance the great white T, on a black background.
I come close to it and I try to read the number indicated just under the right arm of the T, to ensure it is the right resale. Number 0038, perfect.
I pulls back the tablet from its case and testify my position with the GPS system, then with a sparkling smile and a mind free of any thoughts I open the door of the tobacco’ shop and I enter into.
Lesson n. 4- Also in Milan, if you ask, people answer.
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