The night. I wait for the train. I didn’t take food from home, I thought I would buy it at the train station. But all the bullets were closed, in the train too, with a bullet. Hungry and unhappy, I went to the upper shelf. And here I see a modestly dressed couple, sitting below, whispering. The woman offered me a couple of sandwiches. They were uncomfortable because, well, it was too simple food. They took six sandwiches and divided them into three. How grateful I am to them so far!