It was cold, but the winter was coming to an end. Images of cold plains and lakes could be seen from the window as I was warming myself inside the train. I left Moscow on board of the trans siberian railway it had been twenty days. There were few clothes on my bag and little to no money left. It wouldn't take long to reach Ulan-ude, the last stop before going to China through Mongolia. The view of the route was impressive, inspiring.
I took a photo from my pocket. I smiled as I saw the image of my wife. She is beautiful, or should I say the most beautiful woman in the world. I miss her.
I remember when she got the news. She was pregnant of a boy, my son. We bought everything we needed. A preparation to what my friends called hell, the first months of having a child. They said she would want to eat strange things, feel pain and think she was getting fat. She did. Well, she is most likely dead now.
I did not know what would happen. I wanted to be a writter, so I started travelling the world. It would only take a year and I would be back for her. I took a plane to England and tavelled on many trains, going through France, Germany, Poland and Balarus until I got to Moscow, where I got on board of the trans siberian railway.
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Now that I think about it, this trip ruined my life. I gave up on my job to write a book I never completed. I left my wife to go around the world and look what happened.
...
"What happened?"
"...I... I don't know"
"Think harder"
I was still looking at the photo while thinking about my life. It was hard, but everything was going the right way.
The train started to shake and I heard some shouts. The sound of the wheels being braked could have made me deaf. The lights started to waver.
The shouts suddenly intensified and there was a large explosion. I felt my body being thrown with an extreme force. Strange, I don't remember feeling any pain.
...
"So? Tell me, how did that end?"
"... I died"