Frankford (like most of the cities of Germany) seemed to me from the begining a reinventing city, that even if it is a phrase long enought listened, as I remember it is the perfect to interpretate what was happening before my eyes. As I entered to the Schnellbahn (German for "speed train") station I submerged into that particular urbanity of Germans, a half tube like metal sheet seeling suspended over our heads with a square net covering the exits until the archery of Eiffel like pillars that supported it ended its reign.
That would be the first time I took a train (if I have permission to call it that way), because who ever knows my land, will know Mexico has just two trains, one being a turistic one, the Chepe, over the northern part of the country, traveling across the Copper Canyon, and the other, brand new suburban rail that links Mexico's downtown with the agro-industrial center of Cuauhtitlan, that even it started to run almost exctly a year before I began this journey, I had never enjoy its ride.
And when the train began to increase it speed and emit a soft but then hardening noice who every one would compare it to a Star War's sound effect, my heart began to accelerate, I felt in a movie, just getting into anothers life without opposing myself, feeling to be dragged by the story, schedules, plans and routes bluring in my mind, I just wanted to arrive to the hotel, check in, leave my rucksack, wash my self and get lost in the city.
As the doors opened, I found the only seat available at my disposal (being a Mexico City dweller has its advantages in public transportation space monopolisation). So my ruck and my haversack were at my feet with out my crowded surroundings even try to penetrate my fortress.
About a minute of dashing flashlights at my left and right overpassed my eyes.
