There was not a living soul on the train in which I went, and I suddenly wondered how it could be possible ... There is always someone on a train, n'est ce pas...? Why the driver at least, I thought nervously ... but here, no one, not the slightest trace of passenger...
I began to feel my hair bristle , I heard a slight crack, and I went out running from the wagon, terrified and howling like a hyena !
there was no chance the opportunity would represent one day ;-)
