Chapter 3
Whenever the railroad crossing gate hit his head, Franz felt right at home. Like a true local.
The crossing gates came down often at the entrance to Happy Road Oyamadai. At first, Franz had found it amusing, how the locals started running once they heard the signal. Almost every time, at least one unlucky runner was hit on the head on his way to the other side.
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