She took the train to Athens when she was only 15 years old. She packed her bags and her dreams and caught the train for the capital of Greece. She left behind her childhood, the green fields and her family
I entered the Law School of Democritus University of Thrace in Greece in September 2004 and this is when all the train madness begun. Splitting my time between Komotini (the student city) and Xanthi (hometown), made the occasional train ride
I’m not gonna lie, it was quite difficult for me to remember a trainstory worth talking about… And as I was desperately trying to remember a story to share with you , a recent event at the subway of Omonia
The train is like a tabula rasa. It doesn't have an identity, a memory or a history by itself.
On the train the passengers linger temporarily, and remain anonymous between the anonymous, with the purpose to complete their journey as effortlessly
"Your tickets please!" Ever heard of this specific phrase coming from the mouth of a ticket inspector !? Who hasn't, right?
Personally, all these times that I hear this phrase, even if I have a ticket, I start sweating. I don't know