Oh, too many memories. I went everywhere by train when I lived in a German village in 1997. I can't see pictures of a train's interior without every bit of late adolescent angst rushing right back to me.
Mary Ann, ooooii, I really didn't want to bring up angst (this word sound so frightening in English context) - is it Germany? Is it the German village? I could understand this, I left one the moment I turned 18 (metaphorically speaking) ;-). Is it the German railway system? I could understand this, too - this is exactly the route (and an ICE) where an ICE lost its door some weeks ago at 250km/h
Rod, yes, me, too. Haven't been away since March :-(.
A portuguese poet said "Navegar é preciso, viver não é preciso" (it means more or less this: must go sailling, or sailling is necessary, not living) and this picture can be about that fealing.
It was all tied up in who I was and what my life was back then. Trains themselves were freedom, adventure, variety. Traveling itself was a pleasure, but ultimately I always had to go home again, back to the source of everything I wanted to (but couldn't) undo.
Although that period of my life wasn't happy I don't mind having the memories revived--I'm always shocked by their power and how life-affirming it feels to remember.
Ok since you asked on mine... where to, or perhaps make it cryptic :)?
ReplyDeleteHi Martina, yes I came out of hiding yesterday ... couldn't turn up to the blogger meet as a flower!
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of my train journey last year ... must go on another one soon.
:)) keep on moving
ReplyDeleteSean, nothing special - I just searched for a photo in my "archives" - I took this one on the train going to my parents on Christmas last year.
ReplyDeleteJoan Elizabeth, funnily you look just I thought you would look ...
donnie, I try ... ;-)
Hi Martina !
ReplyDeleteYour photos and quotes infect me. Waiting for more. I watch every post. Marcin
Oh, too many memories. I went everywhere by train when I lived in a German village in 1997. I can't see pictures of a train's interior without every bit of late adolescent angst rushing right back to me.
ReplyDeleteWas pretty close you on holiday recently, still miss the train travel.
ReplyDeleteThis pic makes me want to go on holiday again.
Marcin, dziękuję bardzo! :-D
ReplyDeleteMary Ann, ooooii, I really didn't want to bring up angst (this word sound so frightening in English context) - is it Germany? Is it the German village? I could understand this, I left one the moment I turned 18 (metaphorically speaking) ;-). Is it the German railway system? I could understand this, too - this is exactly the route (and an ICE) where an ICE lost its door some weeks ago at 250km/h
Rod, yes, me, too. Haven't been away since March :-(.
A portuguese poet said "Navegar é preciso, viver não é preciso" (it means more or less this: must go sailling, or sailling is necessary, not living) and this picture can be about that fealing.
ReplyDeleteIt was all tied up in who I was and what my life was back then. Trains themselves were freedom, adventure, variety. Traveling itself was a pleasure, but ultimately I always had to go home again, back to the source of everything I wanted to (but couldn't) undo.
ReplyDeleteAlthough that period of my life wasn't happy I don't mind having the memories revived--I'm always shocked by their power and how life-affirming it feels to remember.
ana barata, Fernando Pessoa (I googled of course): "I know not what tomorrow will bring… " I just read some translations, I like this one:
ReplyDeleteNão sou nada.
Nunca serei nada.
Não posso querer ser nada.
À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.
Mary Ann, you described very well how I felt being fifteen and living in a small village and feeling totally different from everyone else there.