Una delle cose che mi piacciono di più quando viaggio è fermarmi per un pò tra un treno e l’altro. Non so perchè ma mi sembra di aver ritagliato un momento solo per me in cui poter staccare la spina in una giornata che è invece una corsa contro il tempo…
Durante queste pause mi siedo in una sala d’attesa o nei piccoli caffè e mi dedico ad un’altra attività che adoro quando sono in viaggio: osservare la gente.
So che può sembrare antipatico e scortese il fatto put me to peek into the lives of others, but I assure you that I would never violate the privacy of individuals. Just looking at them that I get lost in the thousand questions that arise in my head: Why is here so early? Where did you get? That sadness in their eyes from what follows? The anger with which to answer the phone what is due? and many other ... I start to fantasize about their lives and end up inventing stories with their protagonists.
Take the man who sat next to me. Eat slowly from a packet of crisps, one of those kids with a little surprise inside. The eat slowly and stop to look at the pictures printed on the package. Pick up a surprise all greased and smiles ... I wonder why ... maybe he thinks of his child who is at home waiting for him ... he can not wait to come back, if only that did not train all that late .. Open to his bag and kept in a corner the toy. That evening he will give to his son and see him smile after so many days ...
There is a lady sitting at a table at the bottom. Like me, she took a cup of tea, but absent-minded sip. Absorbed in his thoughts, his face is a mixture of sadness and disappointment. Among the circling hands tied to a pendant necklace around his neck. A token of love? Someone who loved and now there is no more? The end of something on which he had placed many hopes? The disillusionment of something that is not as it should? The phone rings ... "I'm here ... I arrive at 9 am waiting for you ...?" Close the phone call, gathers her things and gets up. Passed me looks at me. His eyes recall a story too difficult and painful to tell. Averted gaze in a few moments, the woman disappears beyond the glass doors of the bar, taking the melancholic atmosphere around her ... I also
leaving the cafeteria to reach the right track, I run into a couple with a mountain of luggage around. She squeezes the bag to himself, he fiddles with the suitcases on the train to load quickly and efficiently. Both a little in later years, they looked tired of traveling for several hours and can not wait to get there. "Please Miss," he says with a smile and interrupting the gentleman helping me to get on the train. I smile at my time and I already know who I have before. "We're going to Asti to find our son," she confirms the nice ladies. In the eyes of both underlying joy of the impending meeting. From what they see the child? Half of the cases they have with them are surely destined to him, as good parents in the South (only we know not only fill the bags of clothes but a thousand other things that a mother feels for her son even indispensable same starting per il deserto del Gobi! 
Osservare gli altri è un’attività che mi piace perchè così facendo mi pare di toccare la realtà con mano , sentirla che mi scivola tra le dita. Nelle stazioni una compagine tra le più varie di esseri umani si riversa nei sottopassaggi, sulle banchine, alle biglietterie, nei locali e nei bar, offrendosi all’occhio di un osservatore come un enorme affresco umano in movimento. Ed è imbattendosi in esso che scopro l’essenza del mondo e dell’esistenza umana.
In scienza il BIANCO viene concepito come la somma di tutti i colori. Un “non colore” che rappresenta la totalità. Mi piace pensare che nelle stazioni accada la stessa cosa: ogni uomo, donna, bambino e ogni emozione, sentimento o passione sono assorbiti nel loro turbinio a formare una totalità . Saperla cogliere allora diventa fondamentale per apprezzare un pò di più la vita e la realtà.
Al prossimo viaggio….
( Train & Winter Rains by Themian – Deviantart )
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