A tired mother entered the hall carrying a small child in her arms. On her face were the signs of a sleepless night, on her shoulder hung a heavy backpack, and in her hand she pulled a rolling suitcase. She looked around, realized there were no free seats, and noticed only one chair — next to the young woman, whose seat was occupied by a suitcase.

The mother stepped closer.

— Excuse me… — she began softly.

The young woman opened one eye and irritably removed one headphone.

— Can’t you see? I’m meditating.