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The filthy train lurched along the tracks, jolting my spine through the slats of the wooden seat.
I was thoughtful, my happiness mixed with vague regrets. Happiness? No, a deserter’s sense of hard-won…
I love the red and blue electric trains. For twenty-five cents they go from Puente Hierro all the way to Sabana Grande. I notice that some streets have high sidewalks with side rails and stairs at…