Sometimes when riding bicycle for long periods of time, I start to think very mundane things again and again. Seems like that I can find something new in them. Something different. Something not so mundane. Those mundane things of everyday life start to feel mystical. Things like falling leaves, shiny asphalt after the rain or things like railroads. Railroads in particular. They are symbols of what we have left of our true freedom. An illusion of freedom. Think about it. Train can only go where the rails go. In some sense, we humans have similar limitations. Our lives are restricted by an arbitrary rules and regulations. You're as free as the society lets you to be. Human is like a locomotive on a railroad. Well enough of that, let's continue... This time my ride took me on new roads to places I've had not seen before. The weather was beautiful. It was an early morning. Quiet countryside roads lead me from small village to another...until... House and a story I saw an old