Leaving ön a train

Leaving_on_a_train
Our train from Budapest to Bucharest

Rush. Rush. Rush. It has been a dramatically packed preparation day. At last, we are in our tiny bungalow which is less than 2 meters long but it has a little sink in the compartment. The sink is a first for me.

There is something so authentic about European train stations. It connects with an essential and deep chord inside of me. There is a nostalgie for an earlier era that is still, somehow present in this station. And, it is, somehow, a metaphor for our connectedness as humanity.

The boarder approaches. Passport checks are upon us. Are you traveling with us tonight on this 17 hour journey?

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