Welcome to European Tribune. It's gone a bit quiet around here these days, but it's still going.
Returning home from a celebration, I took an evening train. As the train was braking for one stop along the way, there was a jerk as if the brakes stopped working for half a second, and we stopped with another jerk. After a minute or so, we still didn't depart, and there was the smell of burnt rubber. I saw people running outside, then looked out -- and saw formless metal in front of the locomotive.

It took me a dozen seconds to realise that it was a car. Caught in the road crossing just before the stopping place. I got off and headed into the opposite direction -- and there I saw a dead man lying on the platform. The first I saw. Later an eyewitness driver told what happened: a car with twqo onboard came to the crossing at speed, broke through the closed barrier, crashed into the concrete roadside barrier on the other side, and before the pasenger could jump out, the train hit them.

*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.

by DoDo on Fri Nov 23rd, 2007 at 03:09:49 PM EST

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