It was a nice early Monday in the morning in Paris when a well dressed man approached and knocked on the door in a white building hotel I was living in. It was my father with his suit cases preparing to fly to Germany in that very late morning. He told me to get ready as I slowly opened the door with a startled feeling. He then instantaneously went down with his cases in a small elevator which was located just beside the stairs before he reached my door bell.
After five minutes of showering, brushing teeth, and changing I went down after grabbing my camera and followed my father leaving my little pretty sister sleeping there on a brown twin bed with two big thick white sheets on top. I went down the stairs well from the forth floor to the first floor in about twenty seconds, running through darken floors to the warehouse’s light breakfast room just in front of the first floor stairs well.
We set out from the hotel as immediate as my left foot touched the ground after hurriedly sprinting down the well. The weather was accommodated for our journey to a bus station about two kilometers away. We walked from our hotel through the midst of people to the underground train approximately twenty meters deep from the brick surface in Paris. Grey bricks represented that the area was the center of the cities or towns and the wider they were the older the cities were. That was what my father told me when I was tripped by a brick while walking across the road to the entrance of the underground train.
From there, my father told me to lead the way so when I have to come to get him at the airport later I would know the way. Since we were exiting Paris after my father’s return from Germany, the place where he was headed in that morning. So I went down through two series of stairs. We inserted a ticket which we bought it several days ago for traveling in Paris for five days. The machine sucked my ticket with a small tap of magnet containing some information which I wouldn’t be able to figure it out. After receiving back my card I went on passing a small swinging door made of plastic. I suddenly saw the two green signs pointing out the path. I turned left with my father following me. We went down again turning right and there a boxy long green train with crowded people in it waiting for us. We ran towards it, but instantaneously the doors of the giant worm closed and set off. We had to wait for three to four minutes for the new one to come. As immediate as the four minutes passed the train came and we jumped in as soon as the doors opened. We were standing for two minutes then quickly ran out because it was so crowded that we couldn’t breathe comfortably. As we came up from the underground holes with giant worms running around we passed through shops and stores selling sweet gorgeous fruits. We finally reached the surface and suddenly looked at the watch on our left hand. We were not on time. My father told me with amazed since we lost so much time in the mole’s holes.
Dragging a bag with my new recharged energy seemed so easy in that morning. I set back to my hotel through the same holes but just different side, from right to left. As soon as I reached the station I was off from. The perplexity started. There were three exits, and each led to the different tunnels and stations. I’ve got to make a quick choice because my mother and sister were sleeping alone, so I had to hurry back. I chose the most left. I rose up in a place where I had never seen before. A place with so many high building addressed people’s work places. I thought to myself, may be this certainly was not the one. So I walked back through the same tunnel. And again there I was standing in front of the three exits which one of them was canceled. Now, I decided to take to second option which was to ask the public information center. Unfortunately, the woman sitting there was so upset with me since I couldn’t speak French. I told her the hotel I was living in, yet it was useless.
So I walked out from there and took the second choice. I went backward and was walking for almost three hundred meters then popped up at a place where I thought I saw once. I started to walk around the place and finally recognized that this was the station next to the one I had be. Though it was visualized from where I stood. I then tried hard to put a compass in my little head remembering the directions and quickly went down through the same tunnel over again. I finalized that, if I could have just turned right for the first time I would be sleeping on a nice fluffy bed hugging my mother by now.
By:Narit Prayoonrat
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