Not only did the three men in my compartment not speak to each other, they woke, ate breakfast, and by nine o'clock were all asleep again.
I went out into the corridor. Only two of the eight doors were open.
The Swiss men finished their cigarettes, and closed one of the doors to join a Jamaican wife and daughter.
A fat man sat in the corridor with his hands in his pockets and faced his compartment. His head rolled gently.
The carriage-attendant walked down the carpet, bumped him awake, and within a minute his head rolled again.
Outside, the last of the crops were gathered and the fields prepared for winter.
A bullock and some goats looked for somewhere to graze, while a nearby donkey was harnessed to a cart.
Three children played among the chickens.
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