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
When a Greek goes abroad, leaves behind not only his home, his family, his friends and his habits but also one of the most important “aliments”
An Idea, a destination, a time schedule, a ticket, a discussion, the determination, the preparation, a train Station and
"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
