The station

On 27 November 2016

When I was a child, the following happened to me.
We lived in the village in Mecklenburg.
Somehow we moved to Bautzen. There began my experiences. I should go by train. Now we came to the station and went down the stairs there, it was dark for me, then we went up stairs again, it was bright again, and what I see there, a completely different world! A new world. Then I went by train. When I arrived, I went down stairs again, it was getting dark and up again. It was bright again and I was back in the old world !!!
So I imagine what it is like in life.
In the beginning, we lived in the Old World. Then we went down the stairs, it was dark and then again up the stairs, it became bright and I was born in this new world.
When we die, it gets dark again. So we go down the stairs and then we go up the stairs again, it gets light again and we are back in our old world of our homeland, in our hometown, which we will never leave again.
So, the Old World is home and in the New World we are guest. On Earth we are in the New World !!!!
We can not remember the Old World because we have been living in the New World for too long. In the New World, we are practically always on the road, only in the Old World we find our peace again.
As a child, I knew that there must be two different worlds !!!!!
But where is this station?
Or is it simply dark and then bright again? Only those who are already over this threshold know this.