There are expected stops where we can follow the progress of our trip. They provide a confirmation of progress through the endless parade of taiga spruce. Then there are the unexpected stops, where we often get a confirmation from the meeting train, and we can catch a brief glimpses on unaware passengers. But if the stop becomes too long, an uneasiness come crawling, to be standing still deviates so much from the normality of movement. But the slow moving freight train filled with timber on its way to hungry paper mills finally provides an answer.
Consistency of movements interrupt when we meet some unmade books
I continue to mix my own feelings from train travel with this imagined trip across Siberia.. Linked to Carpe Diem
January 15, 2014