I’m on my way through Denmark from Copenhagen to Århus. And I came to think of that I’m very much interested to hear stories from your travels with train and what it means to you traveling that way – or just what you come to think of when hearing the word Train.
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Hjem
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To me a train ride is glimpses into trails of life that I didn’t choose.
I always spent most of the trip staring out the window.
Watching others people’s reality passing by and wondering how my life would have been, had I chosen a different path.
I guess it kind of resembles what the danish writer Herman Bang describes when his own continuous train traveling makes him recall old memories.
Some of the restless traveler longing for the peaceful scenery and quiet small town life.
Some of the gazing spectators of a passing train longing themselves on board.
To me a train ride is also too expensive tickets and often reaching my destination a bit too late. Though, I tend to be forgiving about this, when the cinema of outside scenery starts passing my eyes