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Bianca

“No, sis, I’m in carriage four, you’re in six. But don’t worry, I can spend three hours alone aon the train, I’ve got this huge book to read! I’ll see you directly at Termini Station.” “Ok, you’re right.” I leave my sister in her seat, thinking that she is 19 …

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The Black Suitcase

This is how my usual workday began at the Termini Station, among the stink of scorching asphalt and the piss of some vagabond that flowed on the street like the tear of a stranger. In the beginning I would position myself at the entrance, in front of the swarm of taxies that …

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Me and you it’s all a train

A few weeks ago we inaugurated a new blog on our website, we want to try to write down stories that happen to us, and that people tell us, (perhaps with the help of photos) to give importance back to words, which in the flow of video images can sometimes get lost. …

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Sofia Loren

-Hey there Sofia Loren, stop! I have to ask you something – Who me? Sofia Loren? – Do you see anyone else? – No, not really. Tell me. – Can I read your palm? I can really see things, you can trust me. – Hah hah…are you Neapolitan? – So …

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The scarf

He arrived at the station out of breath, tripping continuously on the scarf that he held in his hand. It was late at night and the lights of the building were splendid. But this only goes for those who have a bit of time to spare. For everyone else it’s just neon …

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Carlo, trains and windows

“Writing is sometimes rewriting” “Check it out,” thought Carlo, zipping up his trousers. “On trains even the writing on bathroom walls can be a trip. Even if, to tell the truth, I wouldn’t underestimate the charm of ‘337199697 – call me, I have three tits’ on the 916 bus to …

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Silence, story of a fight on a train

They got on at the Roma Ostiense stop one after the other, in silence. Both of them were looking down and, in silence, they sat down before the train left for Fiumicino. Then he opened a book and his eyes began to read quickly. I saw them following the words. …

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Michelina

Yesterday morning I finally saw Michelina again. If I had looked for her years ago, I would not have had to travel far to find her, she was always at the third or fourth “window” of the station, that’s how she called the glass walls of Termini that face Piazza …

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Sleeping in Termini

Each night we go under the porticos and after the night is consumed in a flash of lights and…the night consumes us, you know? Don’t think that it’s time to rest. Our day, those of us who are here, who are seen and unseen in the crowd, doesn’t have common …

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Termini stories: life of Effe

Effe has been in this station for too long. She was part of that crowd that the station swallows in its labyrinth of tunnels, underpasses, and platforms. It’s unlikely for it to let you get away when you need her to survive. And Effe survived like many others who fill …

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