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Weirdest journey

Weirdest journey

I would see a new city in Holland this Saturday, I decided. It was a very misty day. Now I have this desperate need to share some thoughts, but don’t feel obliged to read it. I’d probably PASS if I were you.There’s a reason media avoids suicides. Someone jumped in front of the train where I was sitting on the way back to Amsterdam. It was pitch dark, between two stations. Police and railroad workers searched the mud around the train with flashlights. Looking for what? Who was it? Why? How long had the person been standing by the rails, considering his (probably a man – statistics – but who knows) decision? What went through his head? How many trains passed by before the hit?
I had quite a lot of time to reflect on such things while I waited for another train to take me away from the scene.

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