I was born in Komotini but I live in Athens. The summer of 2006, during the second year of my university studies, I happened to fell in love with a girl from Komotini. It was the end of August but
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
I start running and keep running as I take a look at my watch, at the departures board, at the number of the platform and at the train for Verona
Here in Athens, the trains seem to have adopted the habits of their citizens… You have an appointment at 9.00 o’clock but those will come after 20 or 30 minutes, will cross the platform with a smile as if nothing happened
This morning it was impossible to sleep in the train! The reason was the woman next to me who couldn’t stop chatting with another passenger in front of us. Their favorite argument : the yesterday s rain in Milan… I
While waiting for the suburban train which would take me to the airport, I noticed a graffiti on one of the station walls .After taking a snapshot of the above picture, I stopped and started staring at it while on
Exist different types of passengers and may seem impossible to categorize them, but If you take a closer look at a random wagon will definitely find them all gathered there