The basic instinct of traveling is based on the desire for freedom of man. Who travels, is his own master. In the train compartment on the way to the final destination of the day is void at a time. The landscape rushing by, and would not the conductor with its rugged " Tickets, please! " tear out the daydreams, I would fall asleep while regularly. So probably I feel when I'm traveling.
When traveling, there impartiality and non-binding. Everything is suddenly easier. I'm posts this week, learn about their plans, stories and families. When I spontaneously visited my brother in Innsbruck last winter, I noticed a group of young Norwegians who sat a few places away from me. I felt the urge to talk to them. In their native language, I asked her politely, what part of Norway they originate. The remaining train journey we sat, drank beer and discussed whether Sweden and Norway were the better Scandinavians. A wonderful trip!
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