This Train is Ours!
Francesc Mateu. On the track at the train station in Vic the weather was the usual winter cold. We climbed aboard the train and closed the doors behind us because it felt good inside. Since the train was starting from there, it was nearly empty. We sat scattered throughout the car waiting for the time of departure. We used the empty seats as places to leave our coats, bags and suitcases. It seemed like the trip would be really peaceful and agreeable. (more…)
