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  • Here I am again, at the station. The good old brown luggage sitting next to me. Watching travellers travelling and feeling that the images around me looks like a 80 years old picture. It feels like what ever the time is, whatever the country, traveling always brings the same excitement.

    People running, lovers kissing for a last time, babies crying, brothers and sisters fighting and elderly looking at each other with a smile. I simply love it. Stations bring much more life than airports, they more temporal and more human. The whistle is everlasting and always good at lighting up your heart.

    It's time to go now.
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