It was drizzling and the sky was gloomy when David Goldman arrived at the train station. The weather was like his mood. He loaded his suitcase and then stood on the platform and waited anxiously. The conductor waved at him and he reluctantly got on board. The engine blew a blast of steam and the conductor blew his whistle. David pressed against the window and looked down the platform. There was no sight of his brother.
The train lurched out of the station and David sat down on his seat with a sigh. It was autumn and the scenery outside was breathtaking. However, David was not in the mood to admire it. He was gravely concerned about his brother's safety. He had heard that the enemies' troops were just across the border. He dreaded to think what would happen if his brother did not manage to leave in time.
David soon lost track of the days. All that he noticed was that the scenery outside looked drastically different now. The forests were tinged with frost and it was freezing at night. Most nights David slept fitfully under the thin blanket and he often dreamt of his brother. He had little appetite and did not exchange a word with the passenger seated next to him. His clothes hung loosely on him and he knew he looked haggard.
Finally, the train pulled into a small station. David alighted from the train with the other weary travelers. While he was contemplating what to do next, he saw a familiar figure in front of him. He quickened his steps and tapped the person on the shoulder. The two brothers hugged each other tightly and wept, overjoyed and relieved that they were reunited.