So did knowing all this put me in a good, Guardianista frame of mind, showing my fellow passengers sympathy, understanding and tolerance despite doing the sums and assessing my rapidly growing chances of infection and rapidly diminishing chances of survival?
Did it buggery.
I sat there, seething with fear and hostility, subconsciously willing them all to just get off the bloody train and die. Sod everyone else, what about me? When push comes to shove, then to Hell with your poor huddled masses, it's all down to Me, Me, Me.
My take was more that it was Roma children who took that prize.… but the true unexpurgated next layer of hell, below anything Dante could imagine is Other Peoples' Children
I couldn't possibly comment ?My take was more that it was Roma children who took that prize.