The Hunt

The rattle of a train moving in the quiet late night wouldn’t be the best sleep one could get but youth and excitement forgive. We had bunks to sleep in, which is far better than what most train infrastructure offered at the time. My travel mates, usually my cousin and friend, would get up periodically to walk, pee, or smoke. I don’t smoke, but I would accompany them as an excuse to chat in that small temporal space where the bathrooms and exits are in between cars.

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