Five hours on the train. A backpack with a book, diary, ipod, a chocolate, laptop, stationary, cellphone, dreams and thoughts......
The train was not full, but still busy enough. In front of me a young man was playing on his guitar, two middleaged ladies were talking non-stop, an old man snoring loudly, two young men watching a dvd, laughing, talking.
A young mother from Eastern Europe with a beautiful daughter around 10, another beautiful babydaughter. The mother was speaking in her cell phone, and when the three of them reached their destination they were all smiles and happy laughter, embraced my another Eastern Europe woman. Love. Friendship.
An old woman travelling alone. Busy knitting. At ease with her life. Her eyes met mine. We both smiled. A knot was tied.
I read, but more the book rested in my lap. I just was! There and then. Between strangers. Fully me. Living!
I love the slowness and the peace of train rides.
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