I took an express train from home again this morning, something I rarely do these days, so I guess I’m always looking forward to it. When you commute by trains everyday, you might choose to snooze along the way on a cozy seat with a thick sweater or jacket protecting your body from the cold compartment. Not me.
Indeed, it’s still the same railways, the same stations, the same view, but there is always something different if you look closely. Like today, for instance. From the window, on one of the stations, I saw a homeless family sitting on a piece of rag on the dirty floor. I bet they were sleeping there the night before. It used to be quite a deserted station with a few passengers and not many sellers staying. But today I saw quite a lot homeless people there. Such a sad scene.
Why does life get harder?
