The station is the heart of the city; this is a place of feelings: pain and joy, expectations and dreams; this is a place of farewells and meetings... Just like in life, here we part with some people and meet new ones: a person replaces a person, just as trains that look like long ribbons replace each other on the tracks. They are usually stitched into our hearts by people who become part of our life, part of our path. But it happens that we part with them... And then their trains travel far away, and the tracks are cleared for other feeds, feelings and people.