nazishali123
When two trains cross, I find myself with my forehead pressed against the glass of a compartment. The reflections pass at full speed, interfere. The geometric shapes of the poles, the electric wires, the signals, the wagons themselves, and finally my face enter into a symmetrical, almost imperceptible complementarity. I am two, split, I rush against me. Before arriving when these two trains are at the same height, on two parallel rails, running at full speed, I had seen the country where I came from, the country where I was going, on my face, a split image.