Rain at Porta Susa

Turin, Porta Susa: the station is-still-new. While waiting for for a late TGV, the weather puts a handful of drops on the mancorrente for my use, and doesn't let me miss a discreet and interesting light.

There was a time when I really couldn't stand trains annoyed me, the fact of being taken to my destination without being able to get off at a hypothetical moment even more so.

Not now. On the contrary: being able to get on a train in the middle of a city, get on a train in the middle of a city, calmly do what needs to be done and emerge right in the centre of another city has become for me the most modern way of travelling. It is a kind of avant-garde in reverse. Among the stations i prefer the underground stations, the ones where you literally emerge out of it, as if from the belly of the earth. Among trains, those that go fast: those that take me from Turin to Milan before I realise I've left. That in those cases, when I arrive, there is always a bit of that wonder of i was talking about: we know how to fly even at ground level.