trains are passing leafs are falling i begin to realize i'm moving on to a new stage of this short experience which is commonly known as life - father or not father - this is the most important question for me at this point which i hope is going to be answered during this unbelievably unpredictable yet -if seen objectively- rather short scene of people not knowing what's going to happen gathering on this little island next to ireland hoping luck will hit them trying to force some good fortune into their lives.
i don't know what i expect - i don't know what i don't expect - i don't know anything and not even that.
i'm lucky. big sista is watching me. sure thing: if i can't help myself she will. that's quite a bit of reassurance.
suddenly i realize i'm staring at someone sitting right face to face to me. by now he is probably wondering whether he has some sort of eczema in his face that he is not aware of. i'm wondering what he might be up to. what on earth is a guy like he doing on this train? maybe he is going to visit some dubious friends of his in the capitol of europe to close some doubtful deals with them. maybe he is just taking a time-out of everything and everybody. maybe he is visiting his fiancé. maybe he is also going to go to achill island? i don't know. i can't know. maybe even he doesn't know.
ouch! big sista is punching me. shoot, we're just arriving at brussels. i gotta hurry and get my stuff together.