Finally someone starts to arrive ...
The train slowly fills up, is not the first time I take the train from Catania, on the contrary. But every time the feeling is the same. pain. Catania gives me sadness, there is nothing I can do a bit ... ' I'm sorry but the city does not tell me anything new, it arouses emotions I'm curious about.
still do not feel inside of me that strange feeling you have before a long journey, I can not describe it well ... but I think it is a melange of sadness, fear, anxiety and hope.
are already waiting for two hours and I'll have to wait another before it reaches the legendary arrow of the south, to Milan. Here I meet Philip and Bob (Pauline ... but I hope I've lost hope) and then straight to the airport for the connecting flight to Marrakech.
Ooohhhhhh ... ... finally the monster comes shod, already seems tired, snorts, takes a breath. You the arrow in the south, the old traveling companion ... who have rocked the southern cold in your legs, how many times you accompanied the dreams and hopes of your guests on the boots ... between the mountains and valleys, snow and meadows.
The journey has begun!!
A chest pain is becoming more acute as a Magone, as a stimulus to vomiting but I know very well what it is, is that feeling you have before you leave, you travel sickness. The smell of engine oil
opens up my nostrils.
The whistles of the train ... the voices of the workers ... the curses of the head station.
within the cabin. The smell is unmistakable. The covers of the seats are the usual ones, green vomit, wrinkled and crinkly. How many times have you consoled that meat ragged and tired? How many times I fell asleep like a baby among those pillows dirty and sweaty.
gallops on the train tracks, seems unstoppable; takes off ... darting between houses and trees ... I do not care of them seems to go straight to the goal, stubborn as a mule and laborious he knows by heart the way home.
The train is cool.
The window has a screen that gives the world. The landscape melts, blends together into one ... you can not taste it ... a victim of the world has been slow speed while you run ... ... darts flights. Towards
Milan to Marrakech.
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