a story from a copenhagen suburb part 1
They did not know one another; they took the same train every morning from the same suburban station and both got off at the main station. Often they also rode the same train back, but they had never talked. Then, one Friday morning in September, at the peak of rush-hour, as they both were getting off the train, the man had handed her a slip of paper and had disappeared in the crowd, before she could react. The note simply told her to call a telephone-number when she was ready to meet her new...