His father, Saul, looked at him with a face just
as depressing as the other people’s faces. He’d never
seen his father like that before. He looked like a
completely different person.
We are on a train, Yoel.
Yoel had been on trains before and this wasn’t
what they had been like. There had been windows and
nice seats and it certainly hadn’t smelled this bad. It was
something different with this train. He had a feeling that
they weren’t going to a very nice place…
A tall man turned around and smiled at Yoel. He didn’t
recognize the man, but he reminded him of his own
father.
How old are you, little handsome man?, his
voice was very calm and safe. Yoel held up six tiny
fingers and looked at the man with his big, brown eyes.
Oh, this isn’t very fun for you then, going on such a
boring train?, the man said. Yoel saw that the man had a
big scar on his forehead. He wondered what had
happened.
No, I would like to play and I am very hungry,
Yoel said with a shy voice. What is it that you have on
your forehead?
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