I head south
I head south to escape the cold weather. The train is always late, the conductor tells me, and the best view is on the right. For me, the main spectacle will be my wristwatch, every fifteen minutes. I have an eight-hour train ride ahead of me, but it always takes nine.
I’m too restless to do anything but chew gum. The flavour of each piece lasts for about two minutes. I have eighteen sticks altogether. I will need to pace myself.
We pass through a thicket of small trees, just wide enough for the train to get through. I see a house, remote and alone, on a ridge. I have the urge to knock on the door and see who lives there. And why. After a few kilometers, another house appears. Another. And another. I realize it’s just a neighbourhood, each house separated by an immense, rugged distance.