The lady sitting to my right went to the observation car, to contemplate the landscape, leaving a small golden bell on the seat.
I decided to keep it, it seemed expensive and could be a good gift for my mother.
I had been traveling by train for years, but I liked this one because it works with electricity like light bulbs and it had beds and toilets for disabled people.
Shortly after, the woman returned and began to look for the bell, which was in my backpack.
His worried face made me think that it wasn’t fair to have kept something that wasn’t mine. I opened the backpack and handed it to him.
I expected him to scold me, but instead he invited me to have cake in the cafeteria car.