One tug and Margaret opens her eyes
The heart beats strong in the confusion of a rude awakening does not understand does not see the sea looks out of the sky is gray, the sun hidden .... it's hot air is heavy, people are tired.
overcrowd the cabin baggage. The compartment is neglected dirt poor smelly but salaries up to capacity, the bags come out from the special "containers".
front of her sat a girl 25-30 years is well taken care of nicely dressed reading a fashion magazine is nervous continuazioone monitors inside the suitcase and talking on the phone. Suddenly
Margaret understands and looks out the window ... not out of the porthole window, does not see the sea but only the ground quickly jump rails under the train.
rails that run away that come back.
A sudden feeling of anxiety takes a lump in my throat goes up to the eyes.
Would you go down to the rails run along the sea rush to get up to not being able to swim more, and then abandon embraced by the rest in a sweet lullaby from the sun and sea ...
