Steady motion of a train, squeaking brakes, phlegmatic voice of the woman who announces the train’s arrival. Bags, kids, anxiety, excitement. People are running back and forth picking up the pieces of their memories. Dropping their recollections and accidentally finding them in a stranger’s pocket. The city will swallow someone, it will spit out or slowly chew the others, and it’s going to do so through its special internal organ – its railway station.
