Train

Long-distance trains are running in the dark. Almost everyone in the room is asleep. In the pale yellow light the hands, feet, heads are fixed in different poses, just swaying to the beat of the train. An old man woke up. Going to the toilet, he stopped for a while. The hand of a person lying in the bunk came out a little and blocked the way. I had to pass by and stand in front of the toilet again - a few people without reservations were lying on the ground to get clothes. He paused and looked at them for a while.