ideacritik

since i began the train journeys project, i have had the opportunity to talk to an incredible amount of commuters in the train. i received as many different reactions to the project (or my request) as there were participants, ranging from extreme paranoia to fits of laughter. sometimes passengers passing each other the story began exchanging stories as well, or comments about the 'out of ordinary' experience that is participating in the exquisite corpse style storytelling.

yesterday though, was the first time the story followed me home, off the train and into my own personal space. three guys, whom i asked to jot down a few lines, explained to me that they had left london this morning (it was now 2am), had arrived at the airport to find their flight canceled, had taken the bus, train, boat, train, and were only now, 12 hours later, about to arrive to destination, amsterdam. as a result they had no where to stay, and it was decidedly a bit late to start finding a hostel. admitedly i was very hesitant to share my abode with three strangers (especially being a girl - they were all men). after some reflexion, and my gut feeling giving me the ok, i decided to let them sleep over in our 'guest room' attic. they left early this morning, after offering me breakfast.