Travellers

This whole day will be spent crossing borders, starting in Fuengirola, Spain, passing France, Germany, maybe Belgium, Luxemburgo and Belgium too, then Denmark and Sweden. Most of them were passed unnoticed on high altitudes.

When I landed in Copenhagen, before stepping on board the train to Sweden, the cold wind told me I’d travelled a long way. Spain, at eight o’clock dressed in a thin linen shirt surrounded by a temperature that wasn’t noticeable, neither warm or cold, only a comforting feeling of one-ness with the air around me, Sweden in t-shirt, a thicker shirt and a jacket, feeling cold in the wind to begin with, even though the sun was shining beautifully.

Same but different, a truth that goes with humanity as well, all we have to do is to be dressed for the occasion. So to speak.