Trains From Shillong
The speeding train throwing coins into the Brahmaputra from Trains From Shillong. River trembling – he knows that our čtyřicetiosmihodinová journey ends and we arrived home. My friend Sunanda goodbye to his family, who traveled with us all the way from Delhi. Eighteen year old mother and her three daughters are still in motion in his arms, casting a father and his parents; year seen. Zlatozubý us with the last soldier figs and nuts, to fit a heavy backpack on my back and finally smiles – from the window he saw his mother. Station in Gwahati is huge and the number of people and their chatter, perhaps in ten languages, I feel like in the hive.
