About the book: year / Notifying of its arrival with a short sharp whistle, a passenger train was slowly approaching the station. Enveloped in hot steam, breathing heavily, as if exhausted by fast running, the locomotive gradually slowed down. Huge black and red wheels grinded as they pressed into the steel rails. A line of elegant, green carriages with curtains on the windows and white signs with the names of their destinations rolled behind him. The train stopped and local women, picking up their bags and buckets, moved along the train. - Hot potatoes... lightly salted cucumbers!