Traveling around all the time is a strange feeling. It’s like not even having a home, even if you do. I never stay in the same place, I can’t. If I did they’d catch me, and if they caught me I’d be dead. After boarding the dreary train, I started to walk towards the closest empty seat. At least I get a window, unlike some things I’ve travelled. I thought. “Hello there buddy, you gonna buy something?” The short, stumpy woman looked to happy for the mood of everyone else that boarded this train.