Estación 9 de Julio

The picture was different this time ... When we arrived at night it was dark and cold and the loneliness of the station felt strange. The few passengers that arrived were quickly greeted by family and then left so we were were alone in the darkness. We then left, in search of a hotel for the night. I'll never forget the way I felt in that building at night. I travelled with Nasir, my son of 5 years.