You and Simon are standing on this tiny, half-empty station waiting for the last train, which was awfully late because of the weather. But, as fate would have it, my darlings, you had no choice but to stare at the horizon and hope that the old train would arrive at the station before either of you two d[>_<]d of old age.

In this race of waiting, you give up first. You quietly step away from the edge of the platform, spit under the nose a couple of curses, and take out the pocket of self-rolled cigarette jeans. Putting it between your teeth and finally setting it on fire. Your eyes watched the snow fall into the cold, bare ground with big flakes. How exciting it must be sometimes to watch all this and ignore your work, your relationship and world… Stay there on forever and just look at these snowflakes. Feel their movement, feel the silence through your fingers and… Who am I anyway?

All this melancholy and the fragility of the moment were destroyed by the crunch of snow and the steps that were coming your way.

"Will you smile for me for Krapfen?" Simon asked, holding in one hand a small paper bag with a warm bun (which was most likely bought at the station) and a cheap camera in the other. His voice was wheezing from the cold. His fingers were shaking from the cold wind. His nose was filled with snot, but despite everything… Simon smiled warmly at you, even if it was an act.

Maybe the world isn’t so bad?