From Bucharest, with love!

It was 7:15 in the morning of a cold autumn day and I was in Bucharest North train station waiting for the train to Pitesti to arrive. It was five minutes late, due to some problems with the conductor. The station was almost empty, only some lost souls paced up and down the train station wondering what they were going to do with their lives. Everyone was lost in their thoughts and in the train station settled a dead silence. I felt chills down my spine when I heard a whistle and my heart began pounding. A giant of smoke was approaching the station and a creak interrupted the silence as the train stopped in the station. People boarded hastily as the doors opened and the conductor blew his whistle to announce the departure. The train moved slowly away, leaving behind a cloud of smoke and a city of broken hearts. My seat was so comfortable that I could have slept like a baby, but I was mesmerised by the landscape visible from the train as it passed by fields of withered corn and wheat. Such a beautiful scenery, so sad, but at the same time amazing, how these plants survive a cruel winter without heat and nutrients. The train passed quickly by many of natures wonders, by isolated houses with lonely people with no one to talk to, but themselves. I felt sorry for those poor souls, who had to live next to the train station, but my thoughts were interrupted by a young man who asked me if the seat in front of me was taken; I responded politely that he may sit down, as the seat was not taken. My attention was then caught by two ladies who seemed to have a great time. They were smiling and talking while enjoying a good laugh. Behind them was a poster advertising a summer camp for students. I wrote down the details of the camp and very soon I would be again lost in my thoughts. I looked out the window then again at the people around me, but nothing seemed interesting at the moment so I feel asleep and dreamt about home. I was woken up by the whistle of the train when it arrived in Pitesti. Dizzy, I got up and grabbed my luggage. The journey was over. I gave in to the sadness caused by having to leave the realm of a magical journey and stepping into the cruel real world. As I left the train station the melancholy vanished and I soon felt happy to be home again, though I will never forget that magnificent train journey!