nce upon a time, I was waiting in an old train station, a station where I am sure I have been before…so familiar.
The girl in the fund, serving a man with his two restive children, she looks quite nervous.
There are two men, out of the café. Probably yesterday, they had a bad match , definitely the man with the grey hair seems disappointed, while his colleague admires another girl’s shorts.
Near the window of the cafe there is a girl, with her red hair. She is reading the “Norwegian Wood” by Haruki Murakami and drinking her coffee. Sometimes she observes the people around her. That is me I love to study them like a fresh, new book. Who knows the truth behind them? I just like to imagine and recreate some stories for them.