Life on a train: You take naps after breakfast, play endless card games, wander the hallways and make idle conversation. You go stand between cars on the walkway enclosed with accordion rubber and close your eyes to the middle of the night, feel the cold rush of air blowing in at the places the rubber doesn't join. The wind and the train moving ( Read more... )

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