Boas são as novas leituras...
mas também as velhas, em momentos novos.
"Two hours passed. This is an aspect of train travel that must not be overlooked: the unexplained stop in the middle of nowhere; and the unexplained delay - hours during which only a dog barks, and someone shuts off a radio, and a child emerges from the tall grass beside the track to sell tea in disposable clay cups. You don't know whether you will leave in two minutes or two days, so it is dangerous to stray very far from the train. The sun moves higher in the sky. A child begins to weep. Then an unexplained whistle and a few seconds later the train moves, and five hundred Indians run alongside, trying to board."
Fragmento de [
The Imperial Way : By Rail from Peshawar to Chittagong] de Paul Theroux e fotografias de Steve McCurry
