Saturday
Wednesday
But nothing happens.
And I am still waiting by the window; as everybody else. Watching the slow changes of the light, tapping my fingers against the glass, perhaps, throwing a shadow in apathy….
There is silence in the streets. A silence that has long become the norm. The danger can be felt, but it presents itself as mute. Everybody is waiting for it to happen, shadows against a reality that slowly, carefully enters this place, one by one, by one.
Sunday
Friday
Thursday
Tuesday
Geburt
Nach der Geburt schreien wir alle. Einige laenger als andere, und manche fuer den Rest ihres Lebens.
Roma Termini
Roma Termini is Rome’s main train station located at the end of a railway network, from here trains have to turn around. It is named after the Diocletian Baths, or thermae, in the vicinity. This doesn’t change the fact that for many this place is the end. The end of their travels, the end of a love, the end of a summer…
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