Sarah Eustance

Leaving Strasbourg I look up at the ceiling at the train station and see it is wooden and painted with a flower design, similar to the one in Aleppo.

The old part of the station is covered over with a glass structure.  It’s a bit like a glass dish placed over a piece of aged Roquefort.

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Pulling out of the city we pass timber framed farm houses but none of the shacks improvised from boards and plastic sheeting which sprout on the edges of Belgrade, Bucharest and Istanbul.