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I board the midnight train because no one had an extra room to spear
I reserved an overnight seat that will take me into the deep
I didn’t know where I was going and all I needed was a place to lay my head to see the trees and to absorb fresh air from the morning breeze

The weather was fine that night but I was fighting an internal battle and so I board the overnight train from Beijing to inner-Mongolia in the dead heat of the night and my curiosity took me across the ocean with my eyes close.
 
I was about to experience something that was life changing and one that would take me out of my comfort zone and catapult me around the world, it is the uncertainty that I could not see and the movement of the sun that really bothers me, it is the passing of time and the challenge that stood before me made the woman in me, the risk was great but courage propels me through the gate. 
                     
I travel through the star lit sky mingling with the distant stars and cuddle with the moon as the clouds roll by and somewhere on top of the sky I heard a midnight cry, hundreds of children molested in their sleep and grow men with long beard and tobacco stain teeth smile at the children in their beds and interfere with their “innocence” , they wake  up crying for their mothers but there was no one to rescue them.
 
And just around the corner screaming and shouting resonating from another bedroom, this was her first night sleeping over and it ended in rape and murder, I could not do anything to help, when I got there she was already dead and he stood over her half naked with just his underwear on and   a blood stained pistol in his hand shaking perfidiously and calling out to somebody but the night kept pulling and dragging me, it had something profound to show me.
 
I took one more dive into the unknown and went underground to see who was messing with the water well but my eyes became larger when I pounce upon a vault the size of foot ball field stacked with money from the ground to the ceiling with all form of currency from every country in the world and many people were busy counting it.
 
They did not see me watching them, they had camera on everything from the tip of their finger to the heel of their shoe, and nothing could pass through. I smiled and left that place because I know that the world was safe and there was enough money that would last for thousands of years.
 
My spirit was at peace and so I bought a hard seat for the journey and thought I would be fine, but my little compartment on the train left me fatigue and drain, it was like a garbage pan and distillery garden where drunken men gather to play card games, and the rancid smell of whisky and tobacco came out of their breath I was sandwich between them and the only escape was to change the seat but all the seats were sold out and the standing passengers were wandering about.
 
 And so I had to bare the penalty of the crowded train for twelve  cold long hours and when I could not bear the closeness anymore I stood at a corner next to the window and watch the trees in the dark as the train parachute up north and the night slowly fade away and daylight leads me in a brand new day.
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