3 years later, I took the train to
Munich for the exact same reason: to see my friend Sadaf and share 3-years worth
of memories like we did last time.
The moment I stepped into the
train, picked a seat that seemed familiar, placed my big suitcase in front of
me like I always do and sat down waiting for a 'déjà-vu' that never came; I
realized that nothing else was the same.
