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Lights passes trought the train window quickly. They shone and created that continuous line, similar to what we lived during that trip. It was cold. Not to the point of gnashing teenth, but able to let the day grayer than it was. There was no available seat and the clock showed it was 5h57. The sun was showing its first yellow rays. Some people were selling food, drinks or kitchen utensils. Many of us have no time to eat before arriving our travel destination. Trips to deep universes as a balcony of bakery or more trivial, such as Quantic Physics. After all, trip always depends on the eyes which see it. I waited my on-board service, which was coming whistling that typical train jingle with my potato chips and my water. They always have a lot of change and energy, athletes running to serve so many customers and to running away from the guards, guards that insisted to purchase all the merchandise that they carried, paying with violence. When I arrive at the station, I get off the train with my backpack and I dive in a great sea full of different colors and creatures that I had never seen. It is huge flow, comparable to those turbulent waters of Central America during storms. It was the Brazilian Punta Cana, my beloved Tamanduateí. Clock showed 6h02, I needed to run to board my next train. I still had to cross other two cities. My expectations were high and clear, like a beatiful window that is worth of Vogue Home. I believe that trips change who we are because we are in them, but we are not them. We live surrounded in this transculturality, but immersed in our nationalism. Borders are never crossed by those who keep the water of their souls locked in aquariums. There was no place for my backpack, so I had to keep it with me all the journey, with its pockets under my eyes all the time. I could not allow that someone else saw my make up, my water bottle, and, especially, my photo in the ID card, which is inside my wallet, together with a few coins. In this journey, some people are really incisive to know our wallets, without our permission. When I board the next train, I can see another passenger, really excited because it was her first trip as well. She was with a special cloth, that would identify her anywhere. She tells her friends, as excited as she is, that they must be polite and kind, that they will see many new stuff and should carry with them everything that they will listen and see there. I though how much it would cost if she had to pay for the extra luggage if it was an airplane. By her side, her mom just said: "Little Julia, you can not take all these toys to school with you". The passenger cried and I understood that perhaps the school was not her favorite destination, but the trip depends on the eyes which see it. Other passengers were apathetic, they got on and got off my train, but their destinations were no more a leap into the unknown, they have become close friends, recorded by the automatic pilot of these sci-fi movies. My journey would become as close as theirs, but I did not know that yet. 6h32, train speaker announces my arrival. It says to exit through the doors on the right side. Bigs, smalls, blondes, brunettes. Our bodies. Quickly, we left altogether through the double door, the trip had lasted exactly as planned, by me. Running to my unknown, I arrive at the entrance, take my card, identify myself and hear the beep. I punch in and hear: "Good morning Jessica, welcome to your first day as our intern". It is 7h30. There I began my journey that would last 30 years. A trip so long around the world that it could even trap me in the same place. But my mind would never tire of forgetting it every day and learning it every morning. For those with the imagination ticket, there is a new destination every day.