By train

The train station is the most interesting place of all . If I think of some important moments in my life , in every story there is a train or a train station. First time when I travelled with my brother coming from the summer holiday it was by train. I was 13 and he was 9 , and I felt so responsible for his safety and beeing so paranoid like a grown-up. Things like "stay here , don't go there " which I hated on my parents were my first signs of "maturity".

Me coming from Bucharest after not being accepted at the Police Academy. All the discussions with the people in the train . The dissapointment and pain inside my soul trying to admit I was a loser . And my father's "told you so" look at the train station.

First faculty year and the Friday night train to Bucharest . A lot of parties during the weekend and the hang-over Sundays spent in the come-back train.
All the trips to job interviews to Bucharest in the second year of faculty. Travelling without a tiket dressed nice , tipping the conductor only to feel the freedom of not being a wuss.

A big group of AIESEC-ers leaving from the train station to their first conference. Me being the only one without tiket , the black sheep of the pack .All the sugarcubes wrote during the trip back home.

The eurotrip with Adi and Sergiu , traveling for a week only by train . We slept mainly in trains , train stations , tents , benches , police stations. But we had a damn of an experience.

Me and Raluca in a no-man's land station near Slobozia singing " Cine pleaca e un bulangiu !" and wondering if we behave so stupid in our own country how will we manage in Brazil or India ?

The trip from Durau to Constanta after I have experienced training in an amazing way. Me and Ake came without paying a tiket, being grateful that I passed this ritual to another "disciple".

Can't believe that I have lived so many moments...
by train