The people had started getting on the train always silent. And when they found their position in their wagon, they would look from the window, at the station. As if their whole story had been nailed onto the sign that recorded in black letters the Orestiada, as it was from a long time ago. So the gaze came across also to the lady with the strange hat. She was standing still, near her little chest and was calling as loud as possible.
-Mister? Mister .
And at that moment he thought about the church. She was trying to find someone from the train to help her carry her valuable load. She hadn’t asked for it from any other passenger. She was ashamed. And now between the station and the train she was calling for justice.
-Mister, mister.
Then the Master and the disciple, that were still at the station for their study, saw the employee with his uniform coming towards her.