“Mom, wouldn’t it be a great idea to go to Thessaloniki by train?” And that’s how we travel together for the first time by train. I booked the tickets online. I felt my hand automatically go to the last carriage to select seats. The memories are fresh and intense.
It’s as if a mistrust is still creeping into my mind and heart. I hear from the loudspeaker: “Passengers who want to get off at Lianokladi should exit from the right following the train has come to a complete stop. Next stop Paleofarsalos”. I sit in my seat worried. All these innocent people, they had no idea where they were being led.
What were they doing at that moment? What were they thinking? Were they happy? Were they in love? They were ready to snatch life by the hair… I’m afraid to leave the little one alone to go to the bar to get water, when I shouldn’t. It’s all in my head. On everyone’s mind. In a little while we are approaching Larissa. I don’t know if I want to raise the window curtain. My thoughts are with those who are suffering from what happened. Those of us who still exist survive by luck. This is the truth. May God bless us and may the guilty pay for this crime…”, wrote Despina Kampouri in her caption.
Check out her post below:
Towing a passenger to the end of the platform in Elektrikos
Mafia of Mykonos: Arrests for the execution of the surveyor – In the crosshairs the difference for the “fillet area”
Kastoria: An 80-year-old woman almost became a victim of fraud – Her daughter saved her
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