‘The train for London Euston is boarding now at platform 3b’, is the first good news I am hearing this morning. I run to catch my train. In here everything is in movement, I have to run to catch ma love, ma friends, my words and my life. Breathless, I board the train. Here starts my incredible adventure, it is first gray and raining, there are birds outside but the only thing I can hear is the piercing noise of the train. Suddenly it’s black, we are passing the tunnel; I am scared. Buff out again but this time it is much brighter. It is not very green but there are nice congruous shaking hands and rolling heads. I am smiling but people in the train have strange looks, nobody is friendly and before I had time to say hello back, it is black again. This time I close my eyes and pray but it is warm, too warm. I open my eyes again. It is weird I do not recognise the place, it is not nice any more, people are running everywhere and faces are sad. I have fears and sore, I cry. But I am not sad neither happy i just wait for whatever is next. Here come the fabulous Domes, the Eiffel tower, statue of liberty, tower of Pisa, Casinos, music halls and opulent people. I smile but feel guilty, I feel just ‘other’, the other I so hated for a long long time. Another tunnel again, this time my eyes remain open. I am not scared anymore I am a big girl now… Here I am, into the wild, with a little thought but no pen and no paper, I felt bad and was happy that the tunnel comes again. It came but this time dark never ends.
