A Ride to Hell
It is not every day that I get these instinct which suggest that something is wrong on such a day. There was a cricket tournament in Sweden and I had been hired as a first aider during the two day event. I decided to commute from my birth place in Copenhagen, Denmark to Sweden a day prior to the event.
That day, I woke up quiet early than usual because I wanted to get acquainted with the team that I’d be working with and also I was looking forward for sightsee a little bit of Sweden having not visited the country for some time. After a cup of coffee, I headed to the subway so that I could catch the early morning train. However, while I was preparing myself, there was this feeling in me that something was not right. I felt as if there was something vital that I needed to carry but I might forget. But in my checklist, I had taken care of everything.
I was at the station early and since I had booked my train online, I didn’t have to scuffle for ticket like some commuters who I found there. I had booked the business class and was glad to meet a beautiful hostess who politely and in a lovely manner chatted with me as she served me with a mug of cappuccino and some cheese burgers.
The train left at 0630h and smoothly left for Sweden. I must have been tired because it didn’t take long before I fell asleep on the couch that I sat. I think this was too a sign of a bad happening because I usually peep outside the window to sightsee beautiful sceneries whenever I’m commuting. As a matter of facts, it is in very rare occasions that you might find me asleep in a moving vessel.
I was awoken by loud hooting of the train. The hooting had startled me and I immediately sensed that something was wrong as a siren also echoed in the business class chamber and the hooting continued. By this time everybody in the train was alert with some peeping through the window to find out what could be amiss. The hostesses and other crew were also startled and seemed clueless of what was going on.
Before I had time to guess what could be the problem, there was a loud and deafening crash which sent thrills of fear all over my body. The first thought that came into mu mind was that we were under a terrorist attack. Immediately a thought came into my mind that I should grab my camera and phone ready for anything that would follow
However, even before I fumbled my traveler bag, the train swerved and a lady passenger who was nearby fell on me pushing me near the door. There was loud yelling from the passengers before the train came to a stop abruptly. Everybody rushed for the door, except from one or two of the passengers and me as I was left trying to locate where my baggage could be.
A Grisly Accident
Some were injured as the passengers scrambled to get through the door. While outside, I came to learn about that there was an accident and that the train had crushed into an SUV which had been parked on the rail. We came to later learn that the person inside the car had decided to commit suicide and after writing a suicidal note, he had parked on the rail and waited for the train to crash him while in the car.
The whole scene was filled with blood and I couldn’t help the poor guy. Worse still, I felt that I shouldn’t continue with my journey and called the organizing officials to relay my position and returned back home that day, though in a bus.