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and a notebook on it. She is listening to an iPod<br />
through headphones. She looks at the book and<br />
then writes in the notebook, “50 cl = 500 ml, 30<br />
cl = 300 ml”. I look away, trying not to be too<br />
obvious that I am watching what she is doing. It<br />
wouldn’t be polite. She picks up her cell phone<br />
that is lying in her lap, and presses a few buttons.<br />
A few seconds later she looks at her telephone<br />
and writes some more in her notebook. All of a<br />
sudden it dawns on me that she is not alone. She<br />
is doing her homework with someone else whom I<br />
can’t see. We are on a train, but we could just as<br />
well be sitting by a kitchen table.<br />
On my commute over the years I have probably<br />
watched hundreds of people send SMS messages,<br />
and always wondered what they were discussing,<br />
and with whom. Planning the evening’s activities?<br />
Receiving a grocery list? Announcing an arrival<br />
time? This, however, was the first time I had ever<br />
partaken of another person’s SMS correspondence,<br />
and understood it’s content. I was surprised<br />
by my own response. I felt slightly uneasy and<br />
dirty. Like a voyeur. Like someone who had secretly<br />
opened someone else’s mail. All of this reminded<br />
me of how I felt a few years earlier when<br />
I began overhearing other people’s private cell<br />
phone conversations. In those days I tried not to<br />
hear. I even turned my head away from the spea-