Elevator battle

Posted by Claudia Moser on 8:12 AM
At 7.29 my train leaves, but before that another train arrives at the station bringing at least 200 schoolchildren from the area. Among them 6 characters:

Group 1: 2 boys plus a blonde girl who adore fights
Group 2: 3 blonde girls a bit older than Group 2

You must imagine now the train station, 2 train lines, one platform and one famous elevator.

Favourite activity of Group 1: run towards the elevator, enter it and wait for Group 2 who patiently wait outside. Why you wonder? Because the 2 boys open and shut the elevator's doors for at least 5 minutes. It is a nerve battle, who will give up first. Someday the boys get tired and the giggling blond girl command them (she does since she is the leader) to go and then the elevator goes down. Some other days (like today), the Group 2 Power Girls just get inside and make sure that the boys don't touch the button anymore.

Of course there are variations on the same theme. But they do this game for the last 4 months, each morning, no matter what. I only can watch them and wonder how passionate they are. No boredom, no lack of enthusiam. Group 1 against Group 2 or viceversa, they are tangled in the same circle of elevator battle.

And above all they bring a smile on my face and also on my fellow travellers. It's a rithual. I do wonder how long it will last ...



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