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Few things bring that much happiness as an empty compartment on an night train. That feeling of being all alone with you thoughts, soaked in the transient neon lights slicing up the darkness. A rhythmic clatter of the train helps you to enter that special kind of trance. Time melts away. The darkness is devouring the compartment. Let's hope noone will join you. (Fest Anča)
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