9:20, Alarm.
9:21, Get up and have a fast breakfast.
9:30, Suit and fag bag in the suitcase.
9:40, Shit, already 9:40. Train leaves at 10:40, bus for train station 10:00.
9:41, Stressed.
9:45, Finalize stuff and run to take the bus.
9:50, Suitcase wheels make this hissing, terrible noise.
9:51, This noise never translates to something good.
9:52, Nostalgic.
10:10, Bus. A bit of a stress, nothing like the first time.
10:15, New SMS!
10:15, Happy.
10:16, “1 New Message: LCL Bank. : New Balance, 1550€, Latest withdrawals: 40€…”
10:16, Sad.
10:25, Train station.
10:26, Bored.
10:40, Train is here.
10:41, A couple is saying a warm goodbye with “couples language” before the guy gets on the train.
10:41, Overheard: Je t’aime, on se voit bientôt.
10:41, Sad
10:45, Train on its way.
10:50, Feel better.
13:37, Arrival in Paris, tired.
13:38, Paris is chaotic.
13:39, Urine smell everywhere.
14:00, Noone can seem to find easily how to go from Gare de Lyon to Gare du Nord.
14:10, Gare du Nord, European Smell, filled with people going to Belgium.
14:20, Train
15:47, Arrival at Brussels. Feels nice. Feels international.
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to be continued
