Kickforce

It is really cold in New York. It is even colder in a subway car with the open door. (The one between cars.) I tried to close it, but it was really stuck.
I sat in my seat by the door, took a good look and kicked the handle with all force, with the bottom of my shoe, with my entire body force. This would have been the moment when I would be kicked out of the train in Frankfurt.
Here in New York, I just got a tiny bit of privacy. Everybody in the car avoided eye contact with me. The door? The door closed. I could relax and draw.