It took about fifteen hours in all kinds of trains and somewhere in between them to finally find myself completely sick in an empty subway car in the late evening not being sure which of those lights are real and which are just reflection, and not knowing if I'm going to be able to get of the bed next morning, which would actually make all this trains story absolutely meaningless.
Well, I didn't know it back then, but eventually it all worked out well. Probably cause at that very moment I thought that no matter what happens tomorrow, being sick is not an excuse for not taking a daily picture today. So, I took it. The best I could. And then I got out of the bed next morning. And went where I needed to go. And the trains story made sense. And I'm already feeling better.
