Last stop before I leave. The train station in Covăcița. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I sit on the platform. I smoke a cigarette and have two more sips of Coke Zero. The station’s night light keeps going on and off, probably my lizard somewhere … I’m ON AIR again. I found out someone lives upstairs, a nice lady, she works in another village, she probably pays rent here. Downstairs, in the station, there is always someone on duty. Usually the old man is talking, alone or on the phone, having one more sip of his drink, waiting for a freight train to pass.
Chirp – chirp – chirp.
I hope you get to smoke a cigarette at Covăcița / Kovačica train station. On a summer evening.
There’s something about this train station. And it’s not just me saying it. Kusturica would say it too.
I left Serbia the next day, heading home. I didn’t know what was in store for me.
Photo credit: Mircea Sorin Albuțiu
English translation: Cristina Chira