The other day I took the train to the Alps, travelling the high-class way. The klack-klack of the train is a thing of the past, together with conversation. Everyone was immersed in their screens like a deep-sea diver. By the time I managed to break the hypnotic attraction of my computer the train was in Lower Austria. Looking out the window I saw a surprising sight. On the ah-so-green meadows, the fresh, young cereal fields there were groups of four or five brown patches: hares.
Follow the White Rabbit!
Follow the White Rabbit!
Follow the White Rabbit!
The other day I took the train to the Alps, travelling the high-class way. The klack-klack of the train is a thing of the past, together with conversation. Everyone was immersed in their screens like a deep-sea diver. By the time I managed to break the hypnotic attraction of my computer the train was in Lower Austria. Looking out the window I saw a surprising sight. On the ah-so-green meadows, the fresh, young cereal fields there were groups of four or five brown patches: hares.