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I stepped out at mid-night with a small bag and board the night train, a journey that should have taken an hour lasted for three days, stopping at every interval picking up bags and pans and I watched the frustrated passengers’ drags along. I had an uncomfortable feeling inside as I watched the people scrambling around me, it’s as if they were in some form of urgency to get to a specific place before daybreak, but the frequent stop was slowing them down and adding more misery to their trouble. The night train cruise through village and town, cities and municipalities invading the people’s privacy but I gripped tight in my chair hoping that the moment would pass and I could end my journey at last but destiny would not have it so we had two more days to go before the reached its final stop. The night train parachuting down the tracks honking its horn before the break of dawn,  and  anxious party goers with hangover, stumbles through the train door and sits on the floor, hugging and laughing and rolling on the floor, it’s as if they were insane, they were rubbing their eyes while forcing a smile and the night train continues to barrel down the track with all the energy that it has and daylight breaks out in the sky and all the passengers starts to cry and the train came to a sudden stop between the trees and the edge of the swinging bridge holding on to one single string.

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