The railway station was a great bazaar of misery. Cripples, cripples and lepers dragged their misfortune along the tracks begging for mercy and alms. I got rid of a few rupees, a couple of bottles of water, and a handkerchief. But it was she, kneeling on the platform floor, who caused me the most compassion. Glaring at me. Without saying anything, without asking for anything. Still. Seeing how I, in crazy fortune, occupied a seat on that train to another promised land.
© Ginés Castillo