my last trip and public transportation

When I woke up from my overnight train; I found myself in Bihar , not too sure to be there or to want to be there , I was still wondering where to get off, Patna or Rajpur ...  it felt weird not to be settled about this but I guess that is the gift to the traveller

It was fun to shot to the people on the parallel rail ... Wondering whether they knew where they wanted to go


My trip had already started in Delhi station, it was some minutes just before dawn when I went to catch the shatatbi to my beloved Lucknow: it seemed the deepest night ...

Some people still had to go somewhere and rushed throught the platforms

Delhi being quiet at this time of the morning you could still catch some other people, not that it did not happen in full day , it is just that western people as we are we tend to forget the individuals in a crowd.



In an overday trip, people tend to get bored and start to sleep ... Sleep or eat what is your choice?

But a kid has always time to play and chase the bubbles


This time I also rode the Mumbai local, quite amazing place to tie friendship, match weddings , study and laugh

I was on the ladies carriages, in a spring when i was losing my train I boarded on a male carriage but i was kindly showed that it was a men carriage and the ladies one was just after... Then of couse, with my usual politeness i shrugged off and said "so what?"
But shyly i went to the ladies one eventually, i was mesmerized by these ladies laughters and joy , i liked to join in eventhough the only thing that linked me to these ladies was just my sex, we shared something !

And eventually this one is from one bus in Puri, who would laugh over here in a similar situation ?
I can tell the Paris metro gets this crowded , but i guess in people mind that is already time for being serious, on our way to work, not time to have fun ... crazy , isn't it ? to waste so many chances to laugh

I have always been fascinated by my own capability of dozing off during train trips... Well, today I cherish the most these phases, where you are in between two places, two stations and allow yourself not be fixed , to shift from thought to open eyes dream , from books to flashes of lights...



And then come again the moment where you are reaching your destination and wish to have just those two minutes more before becoming real again...






revolucion

i cannot be bothered anymore to be put off by christmas shallow happines, cheap buyable goodness
i do not make a point of being out of it
i think now that everybody is out
yesterday night i heard a man scream in the streets, fuelled by his pain screaming his lungs out and pierce the crystal ices suspended in paris cold night
he pierced my heart again and compassion and sorrow for him poured out
sorrow for his pain , i felt my pain too
this morning in the train people were looking down at each other shoes, i am sure that they all are in pain , as well, as much
but they could not scream
i hope santa claus brings us enough lungs to scream out all that pain and sorrow and regrets, that all we can dare to cry up to the sky down to the earth , to shake our body, slaves to call for our dues to and scream for our injustices;
maybe all these cries will turn earth to hell, or maybe we will make music out of the noise in our souls, all untuned notes to compose the music of our frail humanity... let me bet on this