The boy found that on a train things look yellow cause the outside is painted yellow.Things look grey cause on the inside the walls are grey and too the floors are grey,with little sparkling diamonds in them so you don`t slip.The people are black but thats just that,they are black,i am pink.Difference is lovely.They sell you things wich are sometimes cool,like i just bought a R10 huge pack of peanuts & raisins.They live like me,we all live like thee,flying through life experiancing everything.But i love the trains,so many cool faces that you`ll never see before,or after the fall of the world.Sometimes there are blind ones coming onto the trains,led by a friend asking for money,sometimes they play songs and sing,their melancholy voices a trail of the life that leads them.But life leads no one,for we all exist in the present through choice.Sometimes they have church services on the trains and people are singing,mostly colourds,my skin has also got colour in it.The preachers can be ghastly,spitting and screeching at the top of their passionate voices.From up there they feel great,trying to get us to climb up to where they are.Once a guy hugged me,he was blind and a bit dumb in his head,but his heart was the Redest red you could ever hope to experiance a colour.The trains train,they trail through the city,through the land and through the earth.They follow and trail a line of sweat and blood of the people of Africa.I am Proud to be a part of them.