train station
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It has been three years since I stepped on a train station. Me, the land-rover, I became established. From a nature rather curious, I like to study the people that frequent public places. However nothing has changed here. Even though the faces are different, I meet them all. Sitting on a long and wide bag, leaning against the wall, here is the student. He whispers, his eyes fastened to a thick blue ring binder, and despite the racket that prevails in this train station, nothing at this time, can tear him away from his review.
Not far, I notice a family coming to pick up a family member. The father and the mother are chatting together, glancing at the clock every five minutes. The children are playing, passing in between their legs, beating around them, tagging themselves and screaming "you're it!..