It was 5(five) in the morning.At the station platform from Alep a syrian city is pulled a train,whit the name pompas in the train's time list.Taurus express compossed of restaurant whit kitchen and lounge ,un car to sleep and 2 normal cars.
At the stairs od the train for slepping a yung man french lieutenant,in his uniform in all its splendor,was speaking whit a short man ear wrapped up,which i do not ess norhing but his red nose and mustache curled up.It was a piercingly cold and the mission to drive a stranger guest it wasnt one to envy but,lieutenant Dubos was plaing the rol whit manhood.