face every day commuting to work and return home to traveling on four trains. It
intersection of faces, lives, stories. People of all types.
Capturing the fragments of a phone call, imagine investigating the hands of a neighbor's seat that does work, listen to the stories of people who speak, I deal with the time, the mind and imagination is one of the few aspects of commuting that I like .
There are faces that I see only a piece of the journey, forget that at the same time crossing the threshold of the stop, then there are travelers like me, often I come across, traveling at the same time.
Only travel that piece of their lives intertwined with mine, but even if they are only designed to gradually become familiar, and find them on the same carriage is in a sense reassuring.
Yes, because in 12 years of commuting I have noticed a common tendency to sit in the same carriage, more or less the same place, I do it sincerely and without any rational justification.
So day after day of people traveling in your car get to know something more from their lectures, by a phone call, Read a few chats on the fly.
Then there are the faces that after a while 'also become voices, names, chat. Meeting them makes the trip less boring.
She is one of these feathers. A twenty-year old eyes caramel, with whom I exchanged a first line running to a coicidenza start. I was struck because he had the green shoes with a tuft of feathers on the tip fuchsia. Working with feathers. Always smiling. Full of interests and ideals. Fill out our short stretch of road together, often chatting current tv.
"The aspiring vecchiologa" as she called herself, and 'another one of my meetings. Postgraduate students in medicine, many experiences abroad, a boyfriend far, I've known who did the knitting on the train and found myself staring at his hands than knitting wool rose. A thread that has bound our first exchange of words which are then followed long chat and lots of laughter.
Friday I met them both on two different trains, with the same news.
Monday not swinging anymore.
She resigned from her feathers to pursue college, the aspiring vecchiologa was transferred to a unit nearer home, he turned around to greet the train, what a coincidence, that melancholy.
Sono incontri legati a un tragitto comune, vite che si incrociano per poi continuare a viaggiare su binari lontani. Sono scambi fuggevoli, ma importanti che mi regalano opinioni, nuovi sguardi sul mondo e rendono meno gravoso pendolare.
BUONA FORTUNA RAGAZZE, mi porto dentro una briciola di voi, e con questa inizierò a viaggiare di nuovo lunedì...
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