I'm boarding a train. I intend to make a trip to nowhere. This is a modern train and it reaches speeds of vertigo but you can't enjoy the scenery from the train.
While I try to put my suitcase in its place, come to my mind memories of when I was very small, and my father took me to a big city. The trip we did in a rickety old train and agonizing, with wooden seats which were very uncomfortable, and smoke from the locomotive and left a trail of soot on the faces and clothes of travelers. But the discomforts, even though many especially for the elderly, did not matter, because almost everything was fun and excitement for a child my age.
In front of me a shy girl, clutching her mother's hand and trying to hide her face behind her mother's hand.
It was fate. For over sixty years she has made my life the paradise.
Three months ago she died and left me in complete darkness.
While I try to put my suitcase in its place, come to my mind memories of when I was very small, and my father took me to a big city. The trip we did in a rickety old train and agonizing, with wooden seats which were very uncomfortable, and smoke from the locomotive and left a trail of soot on the faces and clothes of travelers. But the discomforts, even though many especially for the elderly, did not matter, because almost everything was fun and excitement for a child my age.
In front of me a shy girl, clutching her mother's hand and trying to hide her face behind her mother's hand.
It was fate. For over sixty years she has made my life the paradise.
Three months ago she died and left me in complete darkness.
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