# The train driver (3)

(continuation)

A faint beep reported that the composition was within fifty meters of a reduced speed zone. Peter resumed his post and began slowing down from 19 miles to 8 miles. And then another station. The immobilization was gradual and at that moment the young reviewer was already walking along the aisle to the first door he had found.

He put the key in the slot, let in three passengers, and, stretching himself a little, looked the outside toward the back of the composition. He waited for a moment, then took the key out and handed it to the cabin, which he could follow.

# 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.

# London, 8:39

Every day is one day. Think of specific objectives, with scheduling activities, is pure speculation that, in general, for statistics events, it may unfold; essentially covered by inconsistent terms to match, they change all planned and intentions of action projects. The accessory ceases to have any relevance in the concrete; the time comes to an end. The timer stops, the dry hourglass and the cuckoo loses the corner.