THE CHINESE MAN
The next morning, my train stopped at some kind of hub station. Through the crack, and moreover still half asleep, it was impossible to see anything. But I intuitively sensed something wrong. The mooing of cows could be heard from outside, the stomping of hoofs and the flicking of a whip. I decided to get out of my freight car jail immediately. It turned out that my intuition had not let me down. The entire train, including my freight car, was waiting for a herd of large horned livestock. The station was called Ufalei – the last station, which I had reached by the Chelyabinsk goods train. I would have to get out here anyway. All my edible orphanage supplies had ended, and with the task of obtaining some food somewhere, I set out towards the station.
Noticing the toadstoo
