Finding Home
Miles away from what I nowadays call home, I met a well-known stranger. Tucked deep into the thickly populated neighborhoods of Berlin was my brother’s 5x5m lavish villa. He was hosting me there over a weekend and was courteous enough to show me around the city. After all the fun we had together. We decided to take the local trains on the last day of my trip there. After visiting all the one-O-one most touristy spots on the bucket list, we took the train back to his studio. We boarded the train bound for Nopoli, an intermediary station on our way home. Since we were dead tired and this trip wasn’t going to be long, we decided to just sit wherever we found seats and didn’t care to sit next to each other. My brother took the window seat which was empty on the right-hand side of the train, basking in the golden hour light from the horizon. And luckily, I found an aisle seat just across from him. I wanted to have him in the vicinity just so I don’t miss the stop to get down at. The windo...
