Night train to Lisbon

Events, places, and memories overlap, and feelings, thoughts, and knowledge flow in one river, nothing but the river of the self awakening to its muffled calls and neglected questions: If it is true that we only live a small part of what stirs inside us, then what is the fate of the rest of the parts?! An neglected question among many questions. This magical work does not stop awakening them in us until our whole life becomes a subject of question, what is literature if not a path to the human? And what is the night train if not a journey into the depths of the self? And what is the self if not the unique, different, and strange in the face of the shared, the common, and the familiar? Neither a train nor a night nor Lisbon, it is an invitation for each of us to take our own ticket in search of the human within, the human whom he left neglected and strange at an overlooked station on the track of life.