Mr Harris liked trains. He was afraid of aeroplanes and didn’t like
buses. But trains – they were big and noisy and exciting. When he was a boy of
ten, he liked trains. Now he was a man of fifty and he still liked trains.
At midnight the train stopped at the small station of Otava. Mr Harris
looked out of the window, but he saw nobody. The train moved away from the
station, into the black night again. Then the door of Mr Harris’s carriage
opened and two people came in. A young man and a young woman.
The young woman was angry. She closed the door and shouted at the man: ‘Carl! You can’t do this to me!’ The
young man laughed loudly and sat down.
