Novel Adventure 2 - Flipbook - Page 39
“Trains are like life – sometimes they move forward, sometimes they
move backwards, but always remember to enjoy the scenery.”_Bisong
Simon But I couldn’t get o昀昀. I was stuck, along with the other passengers,
as we hurtled through the countryside in reverse.
As we picked up speed, the smell grew stronger, and I started to feel
lightheaded. I tried to open the window, but it wouldn’t budge. I was
trapped, and I couldn’t escape.
“This is ridiculous,” I thought to myself. “I’ve heard of trains being
delayed, but this is taking it to a whole new level. As Bisong Simon
would say, ‘When life puts you on a train that’s moving backwards,
it’s time to get creative!’” But creativity was hard to come by as we
continued to move backwards, the smell growing stronger by the minute.
I was starting to feel like I was in a scene from a horror movie, trapped
on a train with no escape.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, the train suddenly
jolted to a stop, throwing me forward. I was shaken, but relieved that the
ordeal was over.
As we waited for the conductor to announce our next move, I couldn’t
help but think of Bisong Simon’s wise words: “When life gives you a
train ride from hell, make the most of it. You never know what you might
learn along the way.” And with that, the conductor’s voice came over the
intercom once again. “Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the delay.
It seems we’ve encountered a technical issue. But don’t worry, we’re
working on it. In the meantime, why not take a moment to appreciate the
beauty of the Swiss countryside? After all, as Bisong Simon would say,
‘The journey is the destination.’”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the conductor’s attempt to make the
best of a bad situation. And as I looked out the window at the rolling
hills and picturesque villages, I realized that he was right. The journey
may have been hell, but the destination was still worth it. As we waited
for the conductor to announce our next move, I couldn’t help but think
about the strange smell that had 昀椀lled the carriage. It was still lingering,
making my eyes water and my throat itch. I wondered if it was some
kind of gas leak or if someone had brought a strange substance on board.
Just then, a man in a white lab coat appeared in the doorway of our
carriage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “I’m Dr. Müller, the train’s
chief medical o昀케cer. I’ve been called to investigate the strange smell
that’s been reported.”
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