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
"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
December 2005. That week seemed to me endless. I was looking forward to Saturday's morning as I would catch the train to go to the airport and pick up my sisters who were coming from Cyprus for a long week
My mom put me in the bag, but not like the other times. This time I felt like she was hiding me with anxiety and walking nervously among the people so as no one to see me. Do you think
Today, I am pleased to introduce the second article of the new section entitled "my friends
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