# The train driver (2)

(continuation)

The clock ticked at 5:48 in the morning when Peter began his last day of work at the service of the British Railways. It was with great nostalgia in his chest that he placed his right hand, open, over the composition, on the last day he was to drive it.

- How I miss you! - he whispered, alone, enveloped by an enormous night darkness, continuing. - But life is cycles and mine is about to end in this task. - he felt a tear trickle down his face. - It's wrong, the whole process; It is wrong to throw a person into retirement so abruptly, inhumanly,

# The train driver (1)

Peter Steel, 55, married, father of two girls, Rachel and Margaret, aged 23 and 25, respectively. He was a man of 180 centimeters height and a well-defined character, had decided from an early age that one day, when he was old enough to work, he would want to be a train driver; Perhaps this idea arose through the indirect influence of the maternal grandfather, when the latter, on December 25 and after the family lunch, after having gone to the collection and returned with a huge box.