Fields

… and after some years, all cities of the world seem the same. I repair the different train stations, this I do. But the cities themselves, the streets, the buildings, the rivers, all seem like one.

Have I been to all those cities or to none? Sometimes I’m not sure what is true. I keep walking on the streets of this city now, until a small memory, a detail I can recall that will tell me – I’ve been here; I know this place as well. And then, another train, and another station.