The “C Junction” is part of the “Plan A.”
Few people ever wander through the seemingly endless maze of tracks at Ferencváros Station—and even fewer do so often. Walking there is dangerous, with trains constantly passing by, and the surroundings offer little comfort: an intricate web of tracks stretching in all directions, dozens of rust-colored switches, flickering signal lights, and a peculiar atmosphere where the clatter of trains emerging from nowhere blends with the industrial silence of the city wedged around it. Yet if...












