Past to present
To get to the train station of Keut -- from where he could get the train coming from Cerymur- from the eastern Remesh, (the big city of small stories, as he called it), Dan had to catch the plane to Delphinus - and from there take a bus to Keut. He had to be in the very punctual 7:40 flight to arrive in Keut at, approximately, 10:00.
He knew this from some of his sister's indications, and his ability to find places: after all, he was a journalist. But even so, he had trouble finding the location of a place that was hardly mentioned in most maps he consulted. But from Autumn's mails he received in the past months, he had a vague idea of where it was.
Autumn, his sister, younger than him by 8 years, was named so because their grandmother loved that season very much for the way that the trees' leaves bathed the ground in an yellow texture. Their mom had always told their grandmother that if she ever had a daughter, her name would be Autumn, which came to happen.
Despite her name, she had most of the time a very energetic disposition, somewhat rebel, always dancing and singing to her heart's content. She was quite skilled at dancing and could have pursued a dancing career, but in conclusion, she lacked courage to oppose their parents, and so, ended choosing a more stable career, although putting behind what could be a promising future. She went to Biology, and after graduating, began a post-graduation in Genetics.
For two years now that she had moved to the Mid-west, since she got a position as a lab assistant in a kind of pioneering investigation, and Dan only would see her when she came to meet him in the east coast.
Dan, by the other hand, was never that much feisty, but became stranded when he had to pick a career, and in the end he landed on journalism, since the words were an early passion for him. The landscapes outside the train were shifting from factories, trade places to forests, fields, desolate houses, roads, and more railroad. Not just a displacement in space, but in time too.
An old lady, sitting next to him, started to make small talk to him, maybe just to make the hours seem quicker, or maybe it was the destiny's way to make him suffer for not having covered the "old ladies can dance" story.
Annoyed, he simply leaned over his head to the window and pretended that he was very sleepy.
To pass the time he started to imagine what the crew would serve to dinner. A quick glance to the watch showed him that it would take one more hour to get to Uhra town. Time was in march.
He knew this from some of his sister's indications, and his ability to find places: after all, he was a journalist. But even so, he had trouble finding the location of a place that was hardly mentioned in most maps he consulted. But from Autumn's mails he received in the past months, he had a vague idea of where it was.
Autumn, his sister, younger than him by 8 years, was named so because their grandmother loved that season very much for the way that the trees' leaves bathed the ground in an yellow texture. Their mom had always told their grandmother that if she ever had a daughter, her name would be Autumn, which came to happen.
Despite her name, she had most of the time a very energetic disposition, somewhat rebel, always dancing and singing to her heart's content. She was quite skilled at dancing and could have pursued a dancing career, but in conclusion, she lacked courage to oppose their parents, and so, ended choosing a more stable career, although putting behind what could be a promising future. She went to Biology, and after graduating, began a post-graduation in Genetics.
For two years now that she had moved to the Mid-west, since she got a position as a lab assistant in a kind of pioneering investigation, and Dan only would see her when she came to meet him in the east coast.
Dan, by the other hand, was never that much feisty, but became stranded when he had to pick a career, and in the end he landed on journalism, since the words were an early passion for him. The landscapes outside the train were shifting from factories, trade places to forests, fields, desolate houses, roads, and more railroad. Not just a displacement in space, but in time too.
An old lady, sitting next to him, started to make small talk to him, maybe just to make the hours seem quicker, or maybe it was the destiny's way to make him suffer for not having covered the "old ladies can dance" story.
Annoyed, he simply leaned over his head to the window and pretended that he was very sleepy.
To pass the time he started to imagine what the crew would serve to dinner. A quick glance to the watch showed him that it would take one more hour to get to Uhra town. Time was in march.
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