Train journeys are conducive to daydreaming. Every morning, I go to work and my train passes on the railway bridge that spans the autonomous port of Gennevilliers. Every morning, I have in front of me a magnificent ball of containers in which according to my mood live clothes, migrants, giraffes or orangutans.
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