Girl Travels World

Please read Part One, or at least Part Two, before reading this entry.

I looked back as Luka pulled the curtains tightly shut, ready to inspect his cargo of illicit goods.

Taking deep breaths, I walked down the length of the train car. Sitting alone was a backpacker I had seen earlier, when he first boarded the train. I pulled open the door. “Do you mind company?” I asked. He smiled. “Thank god,” he said, pulling out a pack of ciggarettes. “Someone that speaks English.”
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This is part two of my overnight train adventure. Please read at least the note on part one before continuing

I wondered, vaguely, if I had ever seen someone carrying a handgun before this train ride.
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