- Why, I ask myself, as I’m stressing around trying to do everything I need to do. There are so many relaxing places in the world, but I pushed for going on a trip that requires planning, packing, arranging, never resting, and still no guarantees it will actually work out. We could have chosen to go to a mask free place where the pandemic is just a memory. Instead we head back into it. We could have chosen for sea breeze or windy mountains, instead we’re going to the hottest, sweatiest place of Europe. Why? Of course I know why. It’s all about that feeling I hope suddenly will appear when the train leaves Central Station early in the morning. A feeling of beginning a journey. A feeling of movement, of not knowing, of losing control, of becoming part of a rhythmic heart beat stronger than my own, and just be a fleeting face behind a window in a long, heavy train passing by.