At that exact moment the inspector of the train had entered the wagon.

-Your ticket , please…Thank you…Here you are…
– Yours, please.
When he took the ticket of the woman from Minor Asia, he couldn’t restrain himself.

-Chionou?
-Yes, it’s me.
-You have the name of my grandmother.
-It is also my grandmother’s…
-If you only knew how glad I am to hear that.
-I can imagine.
-I forgot to give it back to you.
-How did you see my name?
– It is written in pencil.
-My father must have written it.
-He did well, this way I recognized you.
-I am also glad for the acquaintance.
-Your ticket, please.