30 Juni 2008
Somewhere between Eindhoven and 's-Hertogenbosch, our train was running side by side with another train. Sometimes we went faster, sometimes slower, so I could see what was inside the other train. Unlike ours that consisted of rows of seats in a big wagon, it was divided into compartments with 6 seats each. The train looked shabby, almost like parahyangan
I haven't finished reading James Joyce's Dubliners. Heck, I haven't even started yet. But that was what crossed my head when our train slowly ran ahead the shabby train and swept through the compartments. I saw a little world with different stories.
A Japanese (or Chinese?) couple.
An Indian family.
Mixture of people that didn't know each other.
Two people making out.
Mixture of people that didn't know each other. One of them was a middle-aged Indonesian. He waved his hand at me.
And then, our train went slower and I saw the little world in reverse.