And suddenly it got dark. They heard terrible screams coming from the roof of their wagon, and Martin thought he heard something crashing down. It was like suitcases falling from the roof, but he had not seen any suitcases or trunks, just men crouching on top of the overcrowded train in München. He didn’t know what had happened to them in the tunnel. All he could hear were muffled cries from the people around him, “Oh, mein Gott, oh, mein Gott.”
And then it became quiet again, except for the metal wheels of the train hitting the rails in the long tunnel.
And then it became quiet again, except for the metal wheels of the train hitting the rails in the long tunnel.
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