Do Not Lean Out of the Window
Do Not Lean Out of the Window

Summary/Abstract: I am forty-five years old and I can safely say I’ve never had a good night’s sleep outside of a train. I am eight, nine... fourteen years old, it’s summer and I’m traveling to see my father. Even in my sleep, I’m counting crossties; all night. I say traveling, but actually I’m going back. My life is right where it should be right now, but the beginning is at the other end of a 3D movie that every morning starts rolling in front of my eyes as soon as I wake up in the bunk bed and peek through the pushed down window – ignoring my mom’s words that echo the warning on the glass: DO NOT LEAN OUT OF THE WINDOW. The beginning is with my desire to feel the world with my eyes, my cheeks, my eyelids; in that faraway spot that scares me at first, but then hypnotizes me; distant and unreachable. That spot where the tracks merge is perfect, there are no tragedies there, no crashes; the Tower of Babel is still standing, the languages are one and I can still understand myself speak.

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