Having my photos taken on rail tracks has been a small dream of mine ever since I've started writing this blog --probably even earlier than that. I love trains and their atmosphere and sound as much as I love the idea of traveling. And I get easily hypnotized by the sight of railroads. For some reason it seems very romantic to me.
It might have to do with the fact that I used to have a boyfriend living in another city when I was very young. And with 300 km between us, a train was the only way to get us together. I used to pass some tracks every day on my way to school and I would pause when I was on a bridge above them, and look down at the trains and dream of the moment I would climb my carriage, nervous and lost, to appear to sit idly for three hours, while my heart kept pounding and pounding. And then, I would I would arrive at the station with my nose pressed to the window and squinting my eyes to make my boyfriend out of the crowd and finally see him on the ramp, squinting and trying to find me inside the carriage.
And then I would go back to reality and my daily duties, and one day I would break up with him and never have to take that train again. Which is too bad, really, I enjoyed those times a lot.
We now mostly travel by car but I wish we would go back to all the excitement of train rides sometimes.
Po polsku niebawem.