250 K and the already strained public transport breaks down completely.
On the crowded train a teeny child is unhappy—hot, bored and with the sniffles. It cries dejectedly. Its mother thinks for a while, then pulls out her mobile and puts this on repeat. The child immediately stops crying and stares at the funny animals with a beatific smile for at least the twenty minutes I was with them on the train.
I'm pleased that at least someone got something good out of the day; myself I am thawing frostbite for the second time today.