Text: Constantin Goagea
See, I’m just walking to the office through the railway station, as every day, and in those three minutes and let’s say 30 seconds I need to cross the station, cross-cutting from the Grivita to the Dinicu Golescu Boulevard, I try to record my train of thoughts, which seems somewhat chaotic, so step one our railroad station is beautiful when it’s sunny, but today it’s cold and dreary, this is not relevant, here is an infinite universe of small and great events, it’s a bloody historical landmark, the station was built in 1872, I know because I read it on Wiki, it’s a metaphysical point of the city