Young girls are the same everywhere. Whether it be the arctic or the antarctic winter, you can find them shivering gleefully in their nylon stockings and barely there bling coat. Giggling in groups waiting for the subway and then trooping into the train, touching up their lipstick and mascara with one hand while texting nimbly on their cell phones with the other. Snug as a bug in my plump jacket, I look at them sitting opposite to me in the midnight train and suddenly wonder if the difference between them and me was more than just two feet and two years. A woman by herself on the roads and trains of any city cannot afford to do a lot of things. Infact, the more you travel, the less emboldened you become. I wouldn't walk on the same desolated streets in Oslo at night by myself that I did when I was twenty one. I have seen enough evil to know what it can do. Now I can make out the 'Do you have a cigarette?' in any language. Not that I am multilingual, but because I can recognise the insistence urgency in the voice of the homelessly desperate. Which has only made my pace quicker and my eyes unwavered. Nothing seems to really shock me though. Two women making out in a phone booth. Drunk men trying to rip passers by. Transgendered people beckoning ( I still don't know who they beckon however). Today, I even watched a complete lamb being roasted on a spitfire and I couldn't feel it pull the strings of my usually soft vegetarian heart. During moments like these, I can't help but wonder if I have seen too much, too soon.