For the third time in two years, I sat on a train that hit someone. This time it was with a railjet, and passengers had to stay in the train while police & ambulance came for the cleanup. (The conductor said that the victim first ran across the tracks, then jumped back in front of the train -- either it was an idiot who dropped something or a suicide jumper with temporary doubts...)

It seems I am jaded now -- I was more shocked by what I heard on the way back.

I got off at the next station because the delay meant I missed my goal, and boarded the two hours delayed railjet in the opposite direction. On the way we stopped and took on the Budapest-destined passengers of an also delayed local train, including a grandmother with four children under four. And what do I hear her telling them? "Watch out, maybe we can glimpse the accident!"...

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