"I’m sitting in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination" - a short story about my lifelong journey in communication.Some years ago, at 22 years old, I was sitting in an empty train station at the beginning of an epic backpacking tour of Southeast Asia. A local lad, around my age, places himself down next to me and winces at my cardinal red feet (a painful reminder of my unfamiliarity with the blazing Thai sun).Pom did not speak any English and I knew no Thai, but that did not stop us from spending the next hour sharing drawings, half a bottle of SangSom rum, and using my pocket map to point out where we each had come from and where we were going. I was a groomsman at Pom’s wedding in Koh Samui over a decade later.This interaction taught me a valuable life lesson:Communication is so much more than just words.