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It was a strange experience to be forced into a train with hundreds of other people. John was intimidated and lost trust in the guards administering the process. He shouted that he came from N., that he was there originally to conduct cultural research but no one believed him. They assessed him, basing on his clothes, hair, and beard. They noticed that people around him knew him very well. They didn't believe that he could ever have been a part of N. Trains were full of people, either sitting obediently on benches or leaning against the walls of seat-devoid compartments. They were given a portion of food to eat, which calmed them down and made them fall asleep. The trains were going gently and through the windows, they could admire the changing landscape of K. These were the most beautiful sights they were ever to see. John observed them once again in his life, previously having been so besotted with the idea of K., now having been forced to abandon the land he grew to love so much.
I don't know where we are being taken and who is responsible for this venture. We were asked to leave our rooms and go to the station at once. We don't own anything so we brought nothing with us. We were on the train for hours and we were asked to get out and undress. Now we are sitting in front of an enormous silver plant and we hear only a thundering sound of machines. I miss you. I am afraid.
The letter was never sent. It wasn't read either. It got lost under the feet of those, whose slow steps brought them to the entrance gate of the dangerously sterile plant.
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