As a foreigner, one can feel anxious on trains. But if the journey itself is home, we can´t let train rides pass us by...
Sitting on a hard plastic seat on a train taking me from Vienna International Airport to the city center, I think about all the trains I’ve been on and the various circumstances that have characterized my rides. Looking around, I notice how everyone seems to know exactly what they’re doing, where they’re going, and how to get there. I think back to the years I lived in Germany, where my relationship with trains and public transportation was born, and suddenly, I am seventeen again, and memories of train rides come rushing back.