‘This is a train station. No one stops’, he said to me. And the train arrives. I get on, I find a place, I sit and try to relax. I look through the window and see what I am leaving behind. Things, people… And then I try to forget the past. And I try to forget the loss. One forgets. And for sure, will again. Because one always forgets. And then one learns, carrying oneself on. Me and myself. read more