Looking at some old pictures, I found a shot of Warszawa Centralna train station from about 2002. It was an exterior night shot, and there was little indication of what the station looked like inside. What it looks like now is vaguely similar, but there have been so many renovations and little additions that it doesn’t look like the Warsawa Centralna I remember from the mid-90s.

So I turned to Google: “warszawa centralna lata 90.” Instantly, there popped up a picture that looked almost just like it did in the mid-90s. According to the credits, it’s from 1991, but the only real difference I see is in the ticket windows: the numbers were blue as I recall.

But that mass of people in front of the ticket window, those lines that were not lines, that bundle of confusion — that is identical. How many times did I stand there stressing about getting a ticket on time, stressing about getting a ticket with reserved seating (I rode back to Krakow many times on a “standing” ticket, which meant I had to try my best luck at finding an empty seat), stressing about whether I was actually in the line or not, and once, stressing about the amount of money I had (did I have enough to get me back to my humble village?) — just stressing.