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Trains, tan, tummies

Train stations are filled with soap operas. Each person looks plucked out from their own little drama.

Intense conversations on the phone over a double espresso, two blokes just nodding at each other in the smoking area and, almost always, one smiling young person with a backpack, tan, book, and dreadlocks. I call them Aussie surfers, even if we’re in a landlocked country in Europe.

Regardless of dramas in real life, at a train station their problems are reduced to a childish level. Make sure not to bump into each other, find a toilet, and decide whether to buy an overpriced bulgur salad to have on the train or hope their baby tummies be able to wait until arrival.

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