20 march 2009 | 23:55 The house of travel.

The house of travel.Today on March, 20. I go from Nalchik to Rostov by train. Not for a long time. Just for one day.Train.I'm alone. It is a rare case that there were no fellow travellers.I am glad when I have a fellow travellers it is interestingly.But today I want to stay alone. It is an opportunity to think.Have brought bed-clothes. It: a pillowcase, two bedsheets, a towel. All this is in a «gas» translucent package with dark dark blue strips and an inscription " the Russian railways "I have caught me on ideas, that I equip space around of me: be it a train, the plane, the bus, the automobile.Constantly somewhere I go.Hotel number — as if it's home.I have suddenly understood, that I search for home desperately in all that surrounds me.Sensation of a home.
I do not know, what can I do to return to restore this my missed feeling of a home