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When life's train grinds to a halt

Ambiorn Happy
Fridag in Aarhus

Sometimes the train of life stops, we're stranded on the line with the machines idling, getting nowhere. Then we often think, as the hours slip by, "where did I go wrong? Why am I staying here?"

Stopped in a wasteland

Once my life stopped in such a desolate wasteland, surrounded by desert sands, barren rocks and endless horizons. I got out and looked at the tracks, there was a huge rock in the way, the locomotive could not continue. Above me hovered a lone vulture, I could see it trying not to triumph as it patiently circled round and round on its broad wings. At first I was frightened, but the very next day I began to regard it as an unknown friend. On the third day I took off all my clothes, got out of the warm passenger car and lay flat on the sand on my back. Pretended I was dead, but I don't know what it is with vultures, maybe they're waiting for the smell to go up into the sky, anyway it kept circling.

The vulture just circled around

This is how one can aimlessly wait for death when the train of life has come to a standstill. As if...
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