Around 10 in the morning, I said goodbye to Uncle Shen and climbed on the train to Kuytun (å¥å±¯).
It felt weird to be there:
A few hours later, had arrived at my destination:
Kuytun. The place where I had many friends, and the place where my own stupidity had caused a disaster the last time I was here.
Lei Sheng (é·ç) picked me up from the station and took me to get something to eat. I was surprised to find out that ĞºĞ²Ğ°Ñ, the drink that I had so much enjoyed in Russia, was a popular beverage over here too:
Then we went and saw the Caboose. She was in a storage room:
Lei Sheng had been keeping her there for me. It was very moving for me to see her after all this time:
And she looked like she was feeling the same:
To me, she looked like she wanted to be on the road.
Then some reporters showed up:
I was a bit reluctant at first, because I didn’t want to draw any attention to myself (not after what had happened last time), but they were very nice, so I just played along.
That night, we went out to dinner with some of the same people of two years ago. Friends. And we even went to the same place:
Glasses were raised and toasts were given out, there was laughter in the air and the smell of good food. I had some pomegranate wine that was pretty tasty. And I think I more or less managed to hide my fear.
My fear of tomorrow.
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