A trip to Lucern

19h35

She was sitting on a bench which was next to platform 1 and faced all the railway tracks and platforms, and people. There was a concrete block near the bench where she could comfortably rest her left arm on. She continued with her book, the train would arrive in 10 minutes. She could not concentrate. She had her book lying openly on her bended legs. She watched people, passengers or not, rushing their way or not. There's this moment she heard music, some kind of echoing music coming from nowhere. She tried to figure out where the music came from. It's a kind of instrument, penetrating into every air molecule. It sounded like..."station music", she named it, which reminded her of the mini orchestra performance on the TITANIC, when people were panicky. It's a music of come and go, of leaving and falling apart. It's only after about 20 seconds that she suddenly realised it's from the artist who always played in the underpass of the train station, with an instrument and a case of the instrument which was open by his feet with a few coins in it.

19h50

She's on train now, sitting facing the direction opposite to that of the train, comme d'habitude, so that she could have a better view of the lake, and France. The sunshine came from west sky was too bright that she had to close her eyes. When she opened her eyes again she saw the lake, and France, clean and clear, and warm. At that particular moment it seemed like there must be some kind of specially emotion rising up from the dazzling lake surface, she tried to find the right feeling, but a wor jumped into mind: life ----sounded so empty but felt so full.

The next day 15h30

She was sitting there somewhere by the lake of Lucern, reading her book. She put her feet in the water which was a bit too cold at the beginning but soon got better because her feet hot used to it. There came some American girls talking with a really SO American accent, they were discussing something they saw in the lake with "maybe", "maybe" but not "perhaps", which reminded her of a British man she met once in the train from Beijing to Chengdu who strongly suggested her talk with "perhaps", "probably" instead of "maybe", but she didn't make it, the change, she was just not used to say "perhaps", MAYBE because "maybe" was easier to say than "perhaps". "maybe" has only "may" and "be", while "perhaps" has "per", "ha" and "p" and "s", while, "probably" was apparently more tricky and tongue -twisting.