(Direct translation of late Naing Win Swe’s novel “Ma Thein Shin Si Pote Pay Bar”.)
Year 1969
It was a foggy winter morning. The big train standing in thick mist seemed to be afraid of leaving the safety of the warm Station. But it had to go. It blew a lot of smoke and reluctantly began the journey. It turned on the front spotlights but the pale beams shorn just a short distance ahead in the fog.
Gradually gaining speed the train appeared to slowly overcome its fears as if its blood were now boiling. Once the dim lights of Taung-dwin-gyi station were well behind it the train squeezed out a long blow of single horn as if it was cheering up itself to travel deep into the foggy darkness ahead.
Immediately the train appeared to think that the sound of its own horn was the cheers from the surrounds and it became excited and now it was madly rushing into total darkness.
I stood in a shadowy corner of a car and I felt like I was just a mechanical part of the train. I just stared mindlessly at the blurred Taung-dwin-gyi Town standing still in darkness.
The lights from the Station seemed to be running away from the train and getting smaller and smaller as they had stayed behind. A flash from one of the town lamp-posts struck the train and then another flash struck and then another flash and then another as the train drove past them. The big town was dead quiet.