Out from a tunnel pierced with light, the train pulls into the station.
All it takes is to step inside to begin the journey.
Landscapes and fragments of life pass by.
The pace quickens.
It becomes hard to keep up.
Things move a little too fast.
A flood of questions arises.
Yet all of this feels rather ordinary.
I noticed it for the first time last spring.
It must have been early April.
I remember it well.
It was a Saturday morning, and I was on my way to the corner shop to buy something for breakfast.
That’s when I saw it for the very first time. Its top was rising above the rooftops on the other side of the street.
Surprised that I had never noticed it before, I wondered what it could be.