I received a telephone call from my wife, Helen saying that she gave birth to a beautiful baby daughter. I was so excited to see her that I decided to take off the next morning. But, Oh lord!, God had a change of plans. 'My old friend', well actually my old car stopped working. I had to take it to a repair shop immediately. The mechanic said that it would take the car at least one week to be repaired.
It was so unfortunate that I had to wait at least a week to see my daughter's face for the first time. I had been waiting for that moment for a long time, and when it finally arrived I could not be there with her. At that point, every minute felt like a day. I was becoming so restless, and impatient to see my daughter. Being resentful and displeased about that, I sat down on a bench across the street.
I saw a newspaper lying on the bench. The first headlines were about the railway. Then I speculated about travelling by train. Well, I haven't actually travelled by train before. Precisely, because I always felt a bit scared of trains. I mean, who would trust a moving cart with just an engine to keep it accelerated and back then no one travelled by train. Only people with suit and tie with suitcases and ladies with gowns, riches and jewellery could afford the journey...