This summer felt like sitting on an express train, watching the landscape going by supersonic speed. But each Saturday was a stop at a station. A small island in time and space, where I had the chance to experience how others are sitting in their train, how they look out their window, whom they sitting next to, and where their train is heading to. It felt very intimate, and stunningly alive. Each station I learnt a lot about life. About people, about feelings, about friendships. Having true friends is one of the best thing one can wish for. Friends they care about you, friends, whom accept you as you are, and whom celebrate your happines as if it was their own. True friends are treasures.
