The fog surrounds this time of waiting. Where will the train? From
below or above? When? In the silence of the moment, this mystery
with me. My senses are more active than ever, ready to capture
any signal. Suddenly, you hear the train brake. The eyes are in
search of the earliest forms of the train. Here it is! The train
passes in front of me. He walks away. And then the mystery
begins all over again.