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Sun, is going down, west.
The train, an old russian one, is going smoothly, tac-tac, tac-tac.. None of the backpackers here and there for months, weeks or days are talking.
Only the sound of time passing by slowly, feel present, as we are going toward East.
It is Croatia, it is Serbia, it is Bulgaria, it is Turkey.
Everybody absorbed by those feelings of nostalgia, the souvenirs, happy, unhappy, painful, or lovely. These feelings of freedom.
You feel lucky. You are thankful. You feel simply happy.
