The child's gaze towards me in the S-Bahn is not exhausted, but concentrated. The body is motionless, only the small, somewhat sausage fingers move nimbly over the touchscreen of a smartphone to control a game. Finally the child jumps up and exclaims: “Crap, shot down! Now I only have three lives! ”An older man gets up and leaves. "End station," he says.
back from the trip
the unexplored places
in mir
