It is the place where one notices such things and yet one stares ahead as if half-blind and half-deaf, for this is the permissible response when private drama unfolds in public spaces.
Between the lines
Free time
There is no such thing as free time. There are times when your spirit feels free. There are times when you can have fun in places which are not normally fun. Like railway platforms where you have another 90 minutes to wait before boarding your train home. Here I am giving João a step-by-step presentation... Continue Reading →
Two minutes late
I really do like train trips. I already had my ticket. I prepared well the night before, and rose very early on the appointed day according to plan. So what possessed me to do a whole series of unimportant things at home so that I would arrive at the station two minutes late for my... Continue Reading →
Feet up
This is a multicultural photograph without trees. I took it a year ago whilst waiting for my train home from Lisbon (Entrecampos Station) after attending an important event in my life in an outfit quite different from the one pictured. The Courteney® boots are real leather and from Zimbabwe. At the time of the photo,... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 