Third class passenger train ticket

Third class passenger train ticket

A Story by DrHares A. Ammar
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Travel and forget the dreams of young people and the excitement behind work and forget about love

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And I went to the train station not only had the price of the ticket - the ticket of the third class passenger train that I took from it - and great dreams I had, hoping to achieve in that big city Which I dreamed of visiting where this world that I only see on the screens.
Once the train arrived at Alexandria station, I found myself drowning in a sea of ​​people who were different in their clothes, bodies and dialects.One of them stopped to ask about my destination. But just that I said to him, please .. Reply to me with a bit of deflation, I go and look for a better job than the question. I did not understand at first what I meant, but when I went to the bathroom, I saw my body in the mirror of the moth travel in the passenger train - the third class - I understood what was meant and I hold myself from laughter, where I am holding a beggar
I finally came to my destination, and I went on a long journey of work and longing for it and my innocent dreams, and the life of the life and faded dreams and other dreams, and died dreams and gave birth to others, and dreams to live dreams of others...I heard the door knock .. ....Enter.......As soon as he entered thirty years of travel, the same features and manner of speech and character.......And my father said ..My uncle sent me to you to join the work within your company, and my mother tell you  Do you remember the price of a passenger train third class !! ??

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DrHares A. Ammar
Travel and forget the dreams of young people and the excitement behind work and forget about love

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And I went to the train station not only had the price of the ticket - the ticket of the third class passenger train that I took from it - and great dreams I had, hoping to achieve in that big city Which I dreamed of visiting where this world that I only see on the screens.
Once the train arrived at Alexandria station, I found myself drowning in a sea of ​​people who were different in their clothes, bodies and dialects.One of them stopped to ask about my destination. But just that I said to him, please .. Reply to me with a bit of deflation, I go and look for a better job than the question. I did not understand at first what I meant, but when I went to the bathroom, I saw my body in the mirror of the moth travel in the passenger train - the third class - I understood what was meant and I hold myself from laughter, where I am holding a beggar
I finally came to my destination, and I went on a long journey of work and longing for it and my innocent dreams, and the life of the life and faded dreams and other dreams, and died dreams and gave birth to others, and dreams to live dreams of others...I heard the door knock .. ....Enter.......As soon as he entered thirty years of travel, the same features and manner of speech and character.......And my father said ..My uncle sent me to you to join the work within your company, and my mother tell you Do you remember the price of a passenger train third class !! ??

Posted 7 Years Ago



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DrHares A. Ammar
DrHares A. Ammar

riadah, Saudi Arabia



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