The train ran down south, through the mountains that snowed. It relaxed me; snow relaxed me. It was not a boring train ride, for I was busy drying my shoes, for the second time.
Milan main station was huge, big enough for me to get lost in. The city of Milan gave me a feeling of crowdedness and uneasiness, the foggy weather added in touches of mystery.
I knew that was not the place to stay long. I have decided to head back home that night, which gave me some 6 hours to explore.
Carrying my blue backpack, I walked through streets, visited buildings, and window-shopped. Time ran by pretty slowly; tired, I sat down at Burger King and played patient game with Time.
As the clock ticking relentlessly, I walked in the metro station, used my single-trip ticket for the thousandth time, again, I've returned at train station.
Train rides have became part of my journy, part of me. As usual, I tried to find an empty cabinet and try to keep it for as long as possible. I slept, ate, woke up, stoned, and showed my Europass again and again, until the arrival.
