For better or for worse, I had recently left behind all the restrictions that I face as a woman and decided to dress as I want and go out with my friends. This seemed like a great idea and I was very pleased that I was starting to finally let go of that constant fear that I'm sure all people who identify as women have on the train alone at night.
It was not too late, just about 9 pm on a Saturday night last week when I went to the metro station and decided to go to my friend’s house to pick her up so that we might go out together. My friend lives in a genuinely quiet neighborhood so I wasn't bothered by anyone on the way there, but as I was waiting for her to arrive at the station I noticed a middle aged man staring right at me quite obviously. Now this man’s appearance wasn't threatening in many ways, he was much taller than me and there wasn't anything much to indicate that he meant any harm so when I initially noticed him looking at me I smiled at him. Since we had decided to meet up at 9.15 and I was a bit early, I decided to sit at the station for a while longer and wait for my friend. He waited with me. I didn't think much of it until two trains came and went, both of which he didn't get on. My friend finally arrived and she too immediately noticed the creepy man who's gaze did not seem to leave me alone.
As soon as the next train came we went on and sure enough, he followed almost immediately. He stood facing us in the same compartment and still wouldn't leave us alone. My friend and I got off on the next stop, so did he. We waited and got on the next train. So did he. Finally, we reached our stop and when we got off the train we ran all the way across Kifissia to where we were meeting the rest of our group and we didn't look back or stop until we were quite far away.
I know this is not exactly what someone wants to read, it's not the most optimistic and cheerful article, but lately, I've been hearing more and more people say that women "don't have it so bad" and that “most of us are liars and just make a big deal out of things." I just wanted to share this 'event' to remind people that women live in constant fear when walking alone at night, and that this is one of many times that something like that has happened to me or one of my friends. It is unbelievably dangerous for women in this world and it infuriates me how some people still don't take this seriously. This is not a game. This is not a cry for attention. So don't treat it like it is.
About the author:
My name is Louisa Vichou and I’m a 15 year old aspiring writer who loves painting, pretty much all sports, singing and piano. However, (like all the greats) I have an arch-enemy... maths!