

So, I was such a train kid. When my aunt picked me up from school, we took trams to get to her home but had to switch at the main station, so we had to just sit there and watch the trains come in and leave.
Back then, the first high speed trains were put into service and I was hooked. Like, we had to spend so much more time at the station on the vague hope one of them would maybe come in. I learned to read the huge schedule tables to be able to tell which platform to go to to see them or leave if we had to wait too long.
One christmas, I opened an envelope… In there was a train ticket. One of those fancy new high speed trains.
The whole ride was magic. They had headphone plugs in the armrests, they had screens that showed the current speed. I had a little table I could draw on. It was all so terrific. Seeing the landscape pass by, the new seats, the air suspension. I loved it.

















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