The train of bliss

The route is described as dreamy... Luxury is advertised through loudspeakers, the amenities, the facilities. Especially the last ones... You will not bother for anything… You will travel and everything will be taken care of by the company that manages it. Loudspeakers invite for boarding. The happy passengers get on the train and take their seats. One in the first class, another in the second, another in third class. There is a strong smell of mold, but with a scent diffused by suitable airways is covered… Only those who are particularly sensitive to smell are bothered, but the general sense cannot be spoiled by some capricious people.

The train departs, everything in place, the facilities is a reality. Passengers do not even need to get up. They find everything on their table with a nod. They learn to the easy way. They also become impatient, they want it all now, without effort. They are also very critical of others, although very lenient with themselves. Sometimes they do not even wait their turn, take the place of others. It bothered their conscience a little at first, but it became a habit. After a while, turbulence on the train, indicate steep ascents and turns. Some rather abrupt jolts, create a fear, but no one is willing to leave their coffee table. Deficiencies are created in the rich buffet and in some facilities, but concern the second and more the third class. The shocks have no end, and now passengers learn to live with them, having lost many of the facilities that the company had promised them. Nevertheless, they remain tied in place, hoping that they will keep some of their comforts, without worrying about anything. After all, reassuring words are heard from the loudspeakers for those who remain in their places and do not getting off the train..

At some point some whispers are heard from the loudspeakers, which are gradually intensifying. Finally the voices from the loudspeakers are deafening and continuous: Disease… On an already moldy train for years, now there is also an official disease… Every stop the train makes, is now announced with a stomp as a fact, documented and inviolable… First stop: Distances, one on each table and every half hour use of antiseptic… Anyone sitting at your table or approaching you, now it fills you with fear… Next stop, inside the tunnel. Darkness… It is forbidden to get up from the table except with written permission and only certain hours… It is allowed to use the toilet but not the restaurant… Anyone who already had food, he will not be hungry. Whoever gets up from the table, it fills you with fear... We are safe at our table, they say it from the loudspeakers…

Next stop mandatory use of mask. Now the one who fills you with fear is the one who does not wear a mask, even if you were afraid of masked people, when you were child. And after the passengers got used to it, why not two masks; Why not plexiglass curtain; After all, the level of your fear is determined by the decisions on the train and not by the desease. Talking about the disease is no longer allowed, you can only hear about it and be informed from the loudspeakers. Only selected specialists from the company have access to the microphone. It is also this technical problem that arose with the perfume airways and now mold is emerging from everywhere, as if it wanted to go out for years... Next stop, compulsory medical procedure, namely passenger self-diagnosis. Demonstration of a diagnostic certificate for access to basic train services. A pattern makes its appearance... Certificate of social opinions… Wait, wait… here I get off the train…

New fear, now you are afraid of the one who has not self-tested. Loudspeakers are loud… They can be heard outside the train… There are also transponders along the entire length of the lines… The echo helps too… Next stop, compulsory grafting in a wagon… It is heard from the loudspeakers that only the smart and educated have been grafted so far and that it should become mandatory for the stupid and the ignorant, but only for one wagon… Do not worry all the others… But for now on, the best delicacies will be served only to the elite, the same delicacies, the same facilities that were previously offered to everyone. They can have them, upon presentation of their stamped ticket. Sounds that the seal will be in the shape of a yellow star on the top right… New wave, new disease, worse than the previous one is announced… Origin unknown…

Next stop, generalized mandatory grafting. Every service on the train is now linked to the demonstration of a sealed ticket. There is a new, more intense fear for those who do not have it… The "infamous", those who have not already come down from the train, isolated in a wagon with minimal amenities. Even children are isolated from their parents. Some who are now beginning to understand the pattern, react, they want to get off the train. Diseases have now multiplied. Some people, who want to continue to enjoy the comforts of travel but are afraid of medical procedures, are supplied fake sealed ticket. The company will also think someting about it, company predict and takes care for everything...

The ticket has now been sealed several times. For every time a disease occurs, new or mutation of older, train passengers are grafted and the ticket is re-sealed. Fear is now for those who lack a seal. But this is no longer the biggest. This time the biggest fear, concerns the route of the train. A silent fear that is not expressed, visible only to the eyes… Fear of the route… Fear of who is driving the train… No one trusts the company anymore but those who are left on the train, and did not get off at any stop or escape from it, they are also the most frightened, the most dependent on the comforts of travel. But even this sense of freedom they originally had for access to amenities, has blurred. They feel that they no longer have control over their lives. A sign with carved letters can be seen in the background from the windows:

Welcome to Auschwitz. The grafting releases…