This course has changed my workplace. Every day, because I have to go further from home than before, and generally teaches me to take the car as little as possible, I have decided to do it by train.

The railway universe caught me from the first trip.

On the one hand, the rail world brings you closer to social reality. You have the pleasure of knowing the technical and administrative organization of the infrastructures, surprise by surprise. For trains managed by New Aquitaine, you must purchase the card as such for the TAV under the responsibility of the SNCF. In the morning, the train will have a gate because the repair has not lasted the day before; in the afternoon, the train will not leave because the driver has gone up to replace a colleague who is not on another train... The driver explains that you can take absurd situations with laughter or anger, giving a touch of gentleness to all the machinery.

On the other hand, the rail world takes you to the imaginary world far from those nonsense. When you arrive at the pier, in the morning without clarifying, you're alone, and you start to guess what's going to happen to you and who you're going to see in the next few minutes: that a neighbor who's spent the night in a corner of the station will ask you the fair to drink coffee; that you'll get a hidden African minor asking for help; that someone who's picked up the eraser asks you to call yours ...... Gradually, workers like you have arrived, with half-fallen eyes, sleeping, with one hand to the bicycle, with another bag or two.

The train arrives then. The black night lights up first with the tutas, and soon their presence vanishes filling the edges. Inside, they're already up before you, zoin sleeping, listening to zoin music, reading zoin, working on a computer or carefully. In the tupust, the stories read have reached you in a jet and staring at each of the travelers, you're thinking whether this is not the killer coming out of the Murder on the Orient Express novel, another being defeated by Manhattan Transfer, who didn't have the love of Dans le train hell and his London wife sitting in a hell.

When you catch the train, you don't arrive like when you left. The real and imaginary rail world changes you, whether you want it or not.

I still have three other literary works as evidence. From Lizardi's Push Window, the first thing he tells you with the shocking lyrical of the time is that moving in the temporal space unleashes internal intimacy. The Modification by Michel Butor, then: the narrator is the first text he is dreaming: it makes you fall out of the reader's position and make you take the protagonist role. He travels from Paris to Rome, in this novel, where his deepest intentions are completely changed for twenty-one hours.

Finally, Otzaurte de Urt Zubiaurre Otamendi (Lands without name), also in that the story-protagonist is reader, it is you and dream that the train takes you to a station without wifi, Otzaurte. Or, to put it more directly, you will have “the desire to catch the train and lose it”, with six pages, to escape your crazy life.

Train journeys are undoubtedly journeys to be missed in reality and in fiction.