Leaving for home. 34.5°C outside, a couple of degrees more inside the train with no functional AC. First car first window behind the loco. The conductor arrives in the room. Then there is a whistle from the loco, and it doesn't stop. Full brake release. We pass a stopping place while coming to a halt from 120 km/h.

The conductor keeps the cool, he first finishes checking the tickets, then he looks out of the window. Me too. Only then (three minutes messed) do I see the locomotive driver climb down and walk forward besides the track. He throws a single glance at the front of the locomotive, then walks back, says to the conductor: "We won't go anywhere for a while... suicide... I saw him stepping down the end of the platform, regrettable..."

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