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Poetry. You are standing at the train station, you pass a woman, a skinny blonde, you get on the train, which is starting to move… So far, everything is exactly as it should be. But riding a train always means falling a little. And you can fall in different ways, especially when you have doubts about the next station. There is still a little rum at the bottom of the flatbread, the last cigarette in the pack… What all can happen? A collection of poems about the pitfalls of your own imagination and that you can dream to the bone.
