Setting off... Gleis 6
Waiting for the ICE to whisk me to Frankfurt, a platform space free of footfall for a moment. Even though the skies are white grey, it's not raining, in fact it feels mild, and I stuff my fleecy cardigan thing into my backpack and watch the other people on the platform. More people than get on the train, as the goodbyes spatter out like drops pushed forward by the onrushing train (if it were raining, yes I know I am mixing my metaphors dreadfully); the non travellers, the left behind kiss and fall back.
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