It was not until we got to the terminals when we realized our trains were not on schedule. I heard murmurs about a “pedestrian accident.” Trains were on different tracks and later they let us sit in our cars, but they held them there for two hours.
My phone ran out of battery while waiting and train authorities never give details so we get to hear the news only until after we get home.
I presumed it was a suicide because the crossing where they said it happened has a viaduct. But upon checking the news online I just found out the victims were brother and sister looking for metal scraps. They said the kids do this a lot because they live so close to the tracks. But it is…
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