When I first arrived USA two and a half years ago there were two lines, B and Q, from here to Manhattan. B line was express. So it wasn't a big deal to live far in Brooklyn. Then MTA took charge and announced that B line would not be running express for the upcoming 2 years.

Unfortunately too sick to go out to take a picture of B train, so I just googled one. Here's the source: http://brandonjulien.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekday-service-changes.html 

I remember standing on the platform and reading the post. I told to myself: "Fine! B will start running express right after I leave USA".

Time has passed. 3rd of October arrived. Supposedly I was going to be back in Istanbul. But I'm still here, living far in Brooklyn and B is express again.

I don't know how those two and a half year has passed? Time is more express than B train and 35 minutes is still too slow for me to commute Manhattan every single day.

Human beings' lifes are full of paradoxes. How come 2 and a half year could pass faster than a 35 minute travel?

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