I board a train to the North.

There is one more stop of several hours before it goes all the way to the top. For some reason the station is about 10 km out-of-town, surrounded by bush land.

I leave the world of refrigeration and motorized transportation …

… and walk off the road into the high grass, towards the trees …

… where the termites live.

Someone ist working  …

… and recycling.

Nature …

… spins its wheel of life …

… and death.

I return to the shade of technology …

… and wait to join the train on its way … up.