A few years ago I took the wrong train. It’s not a metaphor, I really took the wrong train, but it wasn’t a big deal, I had to take a regional train and I went to the wrong track, nothing incredible. So I had to get off in another train station to take the right train. It was raining and I had to wait around 30 minutes, so I decided to take some pictures in the meanwhile. At the end of the day I was happy for taking the wrong train, because I had the possibility to take this picture, that I like. It was monday. It was Blue Monday. So, you understand what I mean, I guess.