a mysterious train

after i parted with some new friends in Venice, i walked without too many mistakes to the train station.
i got on the train, thinking, ill be home soooon.

and i fell a sleep.

when i first woke up, i was at Mestre.
i thoght, um, two more stations to sleep.

and i REALLY fell asleep!!

i opened my eyes when the train is stopping at a small station,
i asked someone beside me, is it Treviso?
he gave me a gesture of... (it passed long long time ago).
so i had to get off at this small station, Casarsa.

at the station Casarsa, i must ve seemed quite hopeless!
there wasnt any phone, nor any agent at the office, nor passengers, nor clock, no no no no no!

and suddenly, this black guy, Adam appears!
i asked him to lend me his cell phone to call my friend, Lorenzo.
Lorenzo was worried but apparently he didnt want to drive for 2 hours to pick me up!
so i said, No no no, you dont need to drive. ill stay at the train station and come back tomorrow morning.
which i did.

and Adam, he is really kind.
he was like a ghost living in the train station.
he took out a blanket and ask me to sleep beside him.
he went in to the blanket, pat on the empty space beside him, and said, "ok. sleep!"

it was freezing.
and i need a blanket!
so i slept beside him,
and he s a real gentleman that we didnt touch a bit.

its been a freezing night, and i was woken up by the train moving right above my head.

the most difficult part is to get out of the blanket and stay in the bone-sawing-wind!!

and the rest is OK.

Adam and i shared a brief moment of appreciating the beautiful Aurora-(moment of sun rise)

we said Ciao as usual, and went on for each ones own trips.