And here's what I look like trying to stand in the tunnel.
My family, admiring the passing trains from a (very) close vantage point.
I don't know why this tunnel was so badly needed that they left it in there when building the tracks above, but it's a menace. The taxis that use the thing just barely pass beneath the lowest parts of the ceiling, the little globe on a taxi's roof missing that ceiling by centimeters.
It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.
—Anne Frank