A very traumatising start to the week. In between 2 stations, the train comes to a sudden stop. Not surprising, really. After about 15 minutes, everyone starts to get a little antsy. What’s going on, what happened?? 15 minutes later, all the doors of the train is open and hundreds of people are leaning out of windows and hanging out of the doors. The news start to trickle down through the carriages. Someone got hit by our train, a fatal accident. Immediately several people start jumping off the train to go and have a look. REALLY??? Some others try to get close enough for photos, REALLY?? What a callous world we live in. People sending photos to each other to show to their bosses, as proof that they weren’t lying. ARE YOU SERIOUS? Someone just DIED. This man’s family will only know in several hours time what happened to him, and here you are, using your Blackberry and showing off grisly photos. Have some respect for goodness sake!!
So then the ambulance, fire rescue (really NOT necessary) and the police arrive. We’re all informed that this is going to take a while. After about an hour, we’re told to jump off the train and walk to the next station. The train is higher than I am tall. Luckily the men helped the women down. We had to walk past the unfortunate man’s remains (I refused to even look that way) and walk past some rural farm-type land covered in cow, chicken and pig shit. Already feeling very queasy due to the situation, the smell had several people dry retching. We had to cross the train tracks to eventually climb onto the station platform and wait for the next train. I arrived at work about an hour and a half late, still feeling a bit ill.