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The lunch time arrived, John and me went to the Café of the train and sat on a table, when suddenly, the misterious woman appeared there, througt the front door and sat , near our table. She looked very sad and frigthened, I would like to try to speak with her, but I´m not sure about what I want to tell her. After having eaten our lunch, we stood up and came back to our wagon, the woman was sitting in front of us again, I think she was spying us...

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Attempt to calm down because I am very upset, my heart is accelerated, very rapidly, seems as if it wanted to go out. I have to calm down, deep respite during a good moment and look at the landscape. Me many images come to the head that I cannot assimilate. Sack relaxes a bit my book and I start reading trying to concentrate and to forget but me solved totally impossibly. It is difficult to me to know what I read because I am too nervous and confused. I feel that I am becoming mad. I leave my book and try to think about other things to relax.

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I looked her or not? Roco

I looked throught of my wagon door and there was she, looked me, her eyes were with tear and her face traying told me anything. I can not believe, she was really a ghost. I needed sit down and count until three, I looked again but she was not , my body was paralyse but my head told me "you should know what it was happen" If really those image was a ghost woman I must help her about her killed....

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Mariantònia Font/ carpe diem, but not now

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Mariantònia Font/ carpe diem, but not now

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I'm taking a delicious cup of tea. Jonh is reading hightly concentrated again, then I can hear a noise, it gives me goose bumps, I know it, but I can't remember where I heard a similar sound. - Jonh, have you heard a strange noise? - Mmmm? No, I haven,t , he answer me distractedly, - I just heard the train noise, and then, he continue reading and I,m looking forward that it repeat, but this not happen, and I can remember,... It's a song, a nostalgic song that I know, but in between a cry of pain. My legs are shaking, I'm scared.

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Track 1 (side two) from the album, "America" (1971). Full "America" album playlist - http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWnVxuqvY7JjgAi4Npzk87PwvrthepcCD

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.... and I go running to my wagon scared. I watch the beautiful views of the landscape through the window trying to calm down. In the distance I can see the highest mountains I have never seen, amazingly covered by snow. It reminds me a Christmas postcard and I smile slightly. John carries on reading his book and sometimes he sweetly stares at me. I take a sip of my cup of tea and I feel so peaceful.

Time goes by and, suddenly, a deafening noise scares me to death......

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On the front wagon, I see an old woman who is sitting on her seat. She's dressing a black dress and she's smoking now. I note that not separated from grey travel bag. I keep reading my newspaper and when I turn the next page..... I was amazed. I look back to the misterious lady and look back at the newspaper. I'm watching a picture of the old woman in the newspaper. It says: Die killed the major's wife!!!!! But I realize it's the same woman in our wagon. Now she's staring at me and I try to hide my surprise. Suddenly, she gets up from his seat and turns to me........

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Today is the fourth day of our 15-day adventure in the Trans-Siberian. Moscow is already far and we're getting to Kazan. The wagon is now almost complete. Yesterday evening, we met a new wagon-mate, a young undergraduate Russian guy, we only know that he's very quiet and he's only listening to melancholic music, he's coming back home before the end of the course. I wonder who will be the person to occupy the last berth? It's cold, I will prepare a cup of tea. John has been reading the first pages of To the Edge of the World, a book about the story of the Trans-Siberian railway. John's a bookworm! He's passionate about history, not like me. 'Carpe Diem', that's my Motto!