Another Train Ride
544 km on the most overheated train I've experienced and I'm in the Mazuria. No interesting incidents to relate. Until Gdańsk (Danzig), I share the cabin with 2 middle aged Russian women who keep to themselves. After, a group of high school age guys pop in for a few stops. Then, a couple in their late 20s.
That part of the country is covered by a flat rural landscape of ploughed fields and grey skies. The occasional city is as bleak. The only exception is the recent trend of painting the Soviet-derivative housing estates in bright colours. I see a billboard of a car covered in pink cherry blossoms. It says "Japan. Beauty." I almost start crying.
Otherwise, I plunge into Kazantzakis' "Zorba the Greek." Too close to home for comfort, but a brilliantly insightful and harshly funny novel. I understand Crete better.
That part of the country is covered by a flat rural landscape of ploughed fields and grey skies. The occasional city is as bleak. The only exception is the recent trend of painting the Soviet-derivative housing estates in bright colours. I see a billboard of a car covered in pink cherry blossoms. It says "Japan. Beauty." I almost start crying.
Otherwise, I plunge into Kazantzakis' "Zorba the Greek." Too close to home for comfort, but a brilliantly insightful and harshly funny novel. I understand Crete better.
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