I set out on an usual way home: at every station there was a smile waiting for me and a grin devouring me.

At the first station I wanted to have an ice-cream and Mother told me it was too cold for me; I didn’t mind her and I got cold. I traveled on.

At the next station I got off to draw a horse but the chalk didn’t suffice; it was too white.

At the third station I asked my Mother if it was alright to get off; Mother said no but I got off and I saw a man dying.

At the fourth station I didn’t want to get off but Mother said: "Get off and seek yourself". I found nothing in the station; it was empty.

At the fifth station I had to get off; I was hungry.

When I reached the last but one station I saw a wounded man with a cross on his back and Mother was crying. Why are you crying Mother?

"Out of love".

At the seventh station I breathed out at ease;

The trip was over. But Mother said to me:

"It starts only now and it is endless."