,,,~-^*% #&%*^-~,,,
,,~-^*%@ @#&%*^-~,,
,~-^*%@# #@#&%*^-~,
,,~-^*%@ @#&%*^-~,,
,,,~-^*% #&%*^-~,,,
,,,,~-^*%& orange-clad train-climber crew, moving &%*^-~,,,,
,,,~-^*% along the rusty cargo cars like some #&%*^-~,,,
,,~-^*%@ species of ferrophage insect. up and @#&%*^-~,,
,~-^*%@# down the train, checking bolts, oiling #@#&%*^-~,
,,~-^*%@ joints, drinking coffee, smoking @#&%*^-~,,
,,,~-^*% cigarettes. #&%*^-~,,,
,,,,~-^*%& &%*^-~,,,,
,,,~-^*% ############################## #&%*^-~,,,
,,~-^*%@ @#&%*^-~,,
,~-^*%@# we were going south through finland at #@#&%*^-~,
,,~-^*%@ the time, sleeping close to the @#&%*^-~,,
,,,~-^*% furnace, watching the aurora borealis. #&%*^-~,,,
,,,,~-^*%& twenty-something members of the crew, &%*^-~,,,,
,,,~-^*% most of which were mechanics, or #&%*^-~,,,
,,~-^*%@ loaders, with large and hairy hands @#&%*^-~,,
,~-^*%@# that could swallow my entire body. and #@#&%*^-~,
,,~-^*%@ me featuring as the cute and asocial @#&%*^-~,,
,,,~-^*% radio operator, stationed in the back #&%*^-~,,,
,,,,~-^*%& of the kilometer-long train, which &%*^-~,,,,
,,,~-^*% served me good and well. #&%*^-~,,,
,,~-^*%@ @#&%*^-~,,
,~-^*%@# and then one night, there's a missile. #@#&%*^-~,
,,~-^*%@ we would routinely pick up new cars at @#&%*^-~,,
,,,~-^*% the tail, and drop some off, as a way #&%*^-~,,,
,,,,~-^*%& of earning some extra money. but a &%*^-~,,,,
,,,~-^*% missile, and appearing silently in the #&%*^-~,,,
,,~-^*%@ middle of the night at that? not @#&%*^-~,,
,~-^*%@# entirely... comfortable. #@#&%*^-~,
,,~-^*%@ @#&%*^-~,,
,,,~-^*% i call it in on the walkie-talkie. not #&%*^-~,,,
,,,,~-^*%& many others awake, they know nothing &%*^-~,,,,
,,,~-^*% about it, and appear concerned as well. #&%*^-~,,,
,,~-^*%@ @#&%*^-~,,
,~-^*%@# ############################## #@#&%*^-~,
,,~-^*%@ @#&%*^-~,,
,,,~-^*% when i fall awake in the afternoon, #&%*^-~,,,
,,,,~-^*%& karl is there, smiling at me. "hey &%*^-~,,,,
,,,~-^*% boy," he says, "wanna help me make a #&%*^-~,,,
,,~-^*%@ call?" @#&%*^-~,,
,~-^*%@# #@#&%*^-~,
,,~-^*%@ after he's brought me coffee, i dial @#&%*^-~,,
,,,~-^*% the frequency from his notebook, and #&%*^-~,,,
,,,,~-^*%& after a while there's a reply in &%*^-~,,,,
,,,~-^*% pan-slavic. karl laughs and makes a #&%*^-~,,,
,,~-^*%@ reply in the same language. even though @#&%*^-~,,
,~-^*%@# we both have headphones i can't follow #@#&%*^-~,
,,~-^*%@ at all, but i hear the word "missile" a @#&%*^-~,,
,,,~-^*% few times. #&%*^-~,,,
,,,,~-^*%& &%*^-~,,,,
,,,~-^*% i'm almost snoozing again at the time #&%*^-~,,,
,,~-^*%@ karl puts down the headphones and slaps @#&%*^-~,,
,~-^*%@# me on my back. "allright boy. i just #@#&%*^-~,
,,~-^*%@ sold a missile." he practically beams @#&%*^-~,,
,,,~-^*% at me, teeth filed sharp. "wanna make a #&%*^-~,,,
,,,,~-^*%& detour?" &%*^-~,,,,
,,,~-^*% #&%*^-~,,,
,,~-^*%@ @#&%*^-~,,
,~-^*%@# #@#&%*^-~,
,,~-^*%@ @#&%*^-~,,
,,,~-^*% #&%*^-~,,,