Aggregation, attribution and analysis of all things independent. Mainly media.
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Departed from bright Berlin on a red train set for Wien. The journey typical enough, a quiet compartment, a moment to work. Passengers with enormous suitcases and borderlands accents, clear as a lake. Out the window, wind turbines, we veer from the mainline, cutting through a gulley scooped out of a small hill and then emerge from shadow into yet more plains. Black rock and blue water valleys accompanied me into Praha, where I disembarked and set out into the streets.