It was coming towards me at high speed, it was big, it was shining, it was whistling.
I really thought it was going to destroy me and the crowd not far, but it stopped ten meters before.
People started to come out from its big iron belly. The others were clapping hands.
They were very excited, they were crying and laughing the same time; they called it train.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
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