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While Luca delivers blankets, I do my usual rounds with the tea. First the newcomers. A guy try to get on a train but the gurd pushed him down. I put the box of tea on a bench to help him while he curses in his language. Sorry, I do not understand! Where are you from? Gorizia! Eheh, no I mean.. and him serious: yes.. fire at Brezice.. we run.. at Sentilj police and we run.. in Kobane bombs, fire and we run, run, always run.. always war.. in Sentilj police take me and I lost Tirife, Tirife pregnant! Now with broken voice then watery eyes. Maybe he is Syrian. I only know how to say "my bro" in kurdish and I try: Brakham! – I say opening my arms. His face light up. He stands still, looking at me. Two big tears that caressed his cheeks carved by time. He hugs me. The train whistles, snorts and starts again. He raises his head from my shoulder and realizes that his chance is slipping away. He heads towards the train. I hold my embrace to keep him away from danger. He’s wiggling around to such an extent that his jacket left in my hands. The train is already far. He puts his hands on his head slides them to cover his eyes. He breaks down. He seems resigned but unexpectedly he goes off desperately. He tears off his shirt. The buttons squirt away like Kalashnikov bullets, falling down on a man who got off that train to Austria. Then shirtless he gose to lie on the track hugging it like a pillow. I'm going to sit next to him. I look down there at infinity where the parallel lines meet. Before the infinity there is still the train just left. Then I look at him. He avoids my eye. And begins to repeat in a hallucinated loop: I want to die, I want to die… If we stay here the police will arrive then it will take days, maybe months or years, before you can get to Austria. I lost Awat! Who is Awat? Your son? “Awat” means hope, wish. Awat is my name! Come on. I'm Ale! and I hold out my hand and with the other I give him the jacket. We approach the man with a shirt. The policemen arrive to take with them Awat. I know that – say the man. Who Awat? No his story. I'm from Argentina. My grandparents were Italian. llegaron allà el Mayo 1914. fueron divididos en el porto de Genova porque la guerra que empezava quierìa hombres. el barco partiò y mi nonna se fue sola y embarazada. se encuentraron todavia una semana despues. mi nonno se embracò con un buque de guerra que alcanzò al Vapor PrincipessaMafalda y justo en el medio del oceano so him begans to tell...