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It was midnight and I was the only passenger left on the train. The conductor walked down the aisle and whispered: "Your stop no longer exists." Since it seemed impossible that I hadn't arrived anywhere, I asked the driver if there was any train going back. In a slow, measured voice, the driver told me:

-There is no way back, there is no stop, we have reached the end.

"The end"? But the end of what? I couldn't believe it. I wanted to know if I was dreaming. What was I doing on that train? In my country I don't use trains, I use public transport, and here I was at midnight on a train going nowhere. I was stuck in time, there was no space or time.

I was confused, I felt numb, the darkness was darker than usual, a pitch black silence. The driver had disappeared. The train wasn't going anywhere.

I went to the first window of the carriage and through it I saw a little girl running in a park. It was strange: inside the train it was dark, but through this window I saw light. What was that little girl doing in the park? Why couldn't she see me? I approached the next window and saw a teenage girl; that teenage girl was me. I recognized myself, I was amazed. There she was, innocent, starting her life. Immediately, I went to the next window and saw myself again, but older. And so I went to each window, and in each one there were fragments of my life, some forgotten, others that had shaped my life, happy moments, sad moments, all significant.

I felt nervous as I approached the last window. There were many people; some were crying, others were looking at me curiously. The last thing I saw was someone throwing me a bouquet of flowers, and then I understood everything. I had reached my final stop, where there is no turning back.

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