When the train arrived, as strange as it would seem, sadness became joy. The train even if it meant an unchosen voyage it remained a means of liberation for the initiation of another life that may had not have any relation to the previous, but it formed its continuance and this was surely comforting for all the children, the women and the men that were capable of walking on this Peripatetic School, where they hadn’t enrolled of their own will. This was written on their destiny, since during their sleep others were writing their history. And they were all in a theatrical play, where they were improvising their role, because they hadn’t read the script and they didn’t know anything about the staging that the negotiations had predicted, in which they didn’t participate, since no one had invited them.