It was raining. Evening came but the grey skies that cried out the rain were lightning up the lonely train station that was placed five stops away from the main city of Prague. Away from civilisation the only thing around it was few houses, a church and the road leading to the train station.

on the station itself there was nobody but Guest. The panel with arrival hours shined slightly on the wet floor beneath it. The message was clear - next train will come in two hours. Every half an hour a train passes the station, not stopping even for a moment.

it was a true meaning of loneliness.