As I meet the marvels of Irkutsk it feels almost like I’m leaving the newfound reality of the train. I marvel that the normality of being able to walk down any streets I choose, feels less real than the limited world of our compartment and the corridor outside. After a while I long back to the train, and I go back to the train to settle back several hours before departure. I start to feel anxiety for arrival – have this train trip made me vulnerable instead of strong?.
The wonders of a city threatens, as its viewed from a compartment.
Linked to Carpe Diem
Jaanuary 18, 2014