Train tracks

Friday morning 4 AM. I hang about two meter above a railway track on the border between Romania and Moldova. The Bucuresti – Chisinau rapid overnight train is changing wheels to continue its trip. Why? Well, due to the geopolitical past, Romanian and Moldovan railway tracks ended up having different width.

I am asked (ordered rather) to stay in the sleeping carriage, not to walk down the corridor, and on no account to look out of the windows (hence the horrible picture quality). What happens here, at this ungodly hour in this off the beaten track place on the border between two of Europe’s most intriguing counties, will always remain a secret to me. But I tried to reveal it at least.

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