more come later – 2008
When I write these lines, it is 2014. A couple of years and a cleaning of the blog were needed to write this post. I had a big impression of the travel I made with Greyhound busses between two american cities so I needed to reflect. I was visiting my friend in Lynchburg and I spent the last week in New York. To travel from Lynchburg to New York, I took the long distance buss from Greyhound during the night and it was a strange experiment. I think I was the only white people travelling with the buss and of course, this is the cheapest way to travel in the USA (at least it was, because I am not really updated for that now). It was really strange to feel that I was travelling for my own luxury while other people around me where not.
I remember that I had to change buss in the middle of the night somewhere and it was really scarying. The station was a giant hall and I almost got lost. It was not easy either to find the right bus and I arrived in New York early in the morning, totally tired and this travel was also a travel in the american society. It made me humble toward the differences between people – unfair – and disturbed me for the rest of my stay in New York: I was only able to see unfairities everywhere.
Wo ist das Meer? 