Local
Train
I
was the first pair of wheels in a local train.
I
had positioned myself among the wheels so that my hands touched the
railway tracks. I had quite a job keeping up with the speed. My hands
ran along the rails as fast as they could. The wooden crossties flickered
in my eyes. I was sweating, and my back was wet, even if the weather
was cold.
The
train passed Vantaa. The rails zigzagged on a sleety swamp, until
the train stopped in the middle of a barn, where they had arranged
a school photo session.
I
jumped off and cooled down the worst of my heat. Pity that the photo
shoot had to be now that I was dripping wet.
As
I sat on the chair in front of the camera man, he asked whether I
had just taken a shower?
