Sitting in the waiting room at the train station I feel totally alienated, like I'm from another planet. It is smacked with people, peasants with big bags, students heading home for the week end, families are having pic-nics every here and there. The smell of instant noodles, tea and sweat is everywhere.
I write to make the time pass, and people are constantly looking over my sholder to see what I am doing. I wish I could just be a fly on the wall observing people instead of beeing observed by everyone.
It's not a very colorful place. Most people are wearing black, grey or green. Only two people stand out. A lady in red hurries by with her husband behind her dragging their bags along. Her hair is put op on top of her head and she is covered in too much glitter. She is a true character! And then there is the little girl all dressed in pink. She stops, looks at me and gives me an honest smile without any curiosity. She was the only one. Most people just stear at me like I'm a freak show. ANd sometimes I fell that that's exactely what I am.
Then comes the train, and I am of to a new destination.
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