Beethoven saved my a*s (from a panic attack)

I am traveling with the athenian metro. It’s 8.50 in the morning on a Tuesday at the first quarter of the spectacularly interesting (and weirdly boring) 21st century. No magic, no elves, no flying saucers or anything extraordinary fills the voids of the heroic monotony of the citizens of this city. Well, you could be among the unlucky ones living somewhere in Lebanon or Iran, or Palaistine and witnessing bombs killing your beloved, but no, you’re in Athens, wishing all this info was just a bad dream. No your bombs are different. Your condition is mental. And it’s called stress. So you’re cornered.

In the wagon. Breathing the breaths of strangers. Feeling squeezed, trying to make another day count. Trying to read a book for the sake of the escapism. And a rush of panic attack starts to emerge. You are now experienced. You know when it’s coming. You are trying to breathe deeply. But that doesn’t work. And then.. The miracle. A small miracle but it’s the only thing that counts. Music. It has done it before, it did it again. I am focusing on the 5th symphony by Beethoven and this grants me peace. It also gives me some form of willpower and I regain my rational status. I am saved.