April 1955 - Barcelona, platform no. 23
The train was early that day. For sure not me being late ;) I jumped on it..just in good time..so in time that my luggage got stuck halfway through the train door.
Funny.
I was sitting on the floor..struggling with my bag and my thoughts... "my life is quite often stuck halfway through something..cannot explain how" - I smiled.
I stopped pulling and in that moment - with my back leaning on the toilet door - I decided just to enjoy watching my bag halfway through. Inhaling something new.
Exciting.
In that very moment the toilet door opened. My back was now down to the floor...
A female figure came out with short-fringe hair. Graceful manners. She helped me to stand up and called the train conductor to get my bag unstuck and she walked away.
Hypnotic.
I finally took my stuff and and got to my seat. The woman I met before was sitting right at the window of my compartment. She was reading some international newspapers and out of a sudden she started saying loudly:
"Come early tomorrow, for we shall do very beautiful things". She looked at me.
"Pardon", I whispered.
She continued. "Gaudì said that in one of his last days just outside the Sagrada Familia". She smoked.
Majestic.
I couldn't help watching her. She looked like lost in her thoughts...yet talkative. "A fatal tram accident killed him... I often wonder about life, creative intelligence, sensitivity, coincidences, moments of impact..", she continuted. "As our meeting outside the toilet...a few moments ago...you know.. I can see people", and still..
The train was early that day. For sure not me being late ;) I jumped on it..just in good time..so in time that my luggage got stuck halfway through the train door.
Funny.
I was sitting on the floor..struggling with my bag and my thoughts... "my life is quite often stuck halfway through something..cannot explain how" - I smiled.
I stopped pulling and in that moment - with my back leaning on the toilet door - I decided just to enjoy watching my bag halfway through. Inhaling something new.
Exciting.
In that very moment the toilet door opened. My back was now down to the floor...
Hypnotic.
I finally took my stuff and and got to my seat. The woman I met before was sitting right at the window of my compartment. She was reading some international newspapers and out of a sudden she started saying loudly:
"Come early tomorrow, for we shall do very beautiful things". She looked at me.
"Pardon", I whispered.
She continued. "Gaudì said that in one of his last days just outside the Sagrada Familia". She smoked.
Majestic.
I couldn't help watching her. She looked like lost in her thoughts...yet talkative. "A fatal tram accident killed him... I often wonder about life, creative intelligence, sensitivity, coincidences, moments of impact..", she continuted. "As our meeting outside the toilet...a few moments ago...you know.. I can see people", and still..
"Do you know Parc Güell?". I nodded.
"I want to build something like that one day".
Next stop Marbella. Next stop Marbella. [voice-over]
She threw her cigarette, took her bag and left the compartment. My eyes followed her silently from the window. She suddenly came back and said: "Niki, Niki de Saint Phalle, nice to meet you. Please... come early tomorrow, for we shall do very beautiful things..".
She turned her back and left.
[end of part I, to be continued]
