Trans- Siberian Prose and Little Jeanne from France

 Part II 



 For most of people it is impossible to describe how they feel in special moments in their lives when they see a beautiful landscape or old cultural monuments which are astonishing.  He remembers the kind of music his mother used to play for him, like Beethoven sonates, and he again remembers his childhood, and he says that “I made all the trains run the course of my life”. “Blaise, are we very far fron Montmartre?” keeps little Jeanne asking him during the whole time, just like when we were children  and kept our parents asking when we would arrive because we could not wait till we arrived where we were  supposed to be, as a matter  of the  our excitement the ways seemed to me so long. During this journey he also meets new people with different cultures on the train.  And again Jeanne asks him, when they would arrive, which really annoys him.  Cendrars, says to her come lets go to Mexico, you my little ugly and grotesquely odd, “Oh Come!” His illusion of traveling distances, such as the clock going back and forward in time, like when we wake up and the clock turns back when we sleep. Here we can see how complex life actually is, and the author talks much more than just a journey, because life sometimes can be like getting off on a train, traveling to different places, meeting people with diverse backgrounds, gain new knowledge and life experience. We as humans, before we had all these technology of information, we used to keep diaries, simply because we like to remember ourselves how we felt in special moments.  Now, we have the internet and we use this social websites to write our thoughts, emotions, put pictures on it, to keep in touch with our friends, all other the world without limitations.  The author talks also about the Russian flag, during the communism time, where there was war and a lot of people died, and I think he uses the colors red and yellow to describe his feelings during the war.   He  tells us that he was drunk for more than 500 kilometers, which is a long time, and that the only thing he could see was his piano, and he wished he could sleep because that is the time you let your mind wander during a trip and you thing about the events you have been experiencing. The author begins to realize how much he actually misses Paris and how a part of us is always left behind when we leave from our birthplace and this feeling of emptiness brings us always back home.