Winter’s sun
The darkness around us seems to deny the hour; it is 7 in the morning. The train station is full of sleepy and quiet people who suddenly wake up from the bursts of icy wind that hits our faces. It is January and I am going to Berlin.
The darkness around us seems to deny the hour; it is 7 in the morning. The train station is full of sleepy and quiet people who suddenly wake up from the bursts of icy wind that hits our faces. It is January and I am going to Berlin.