"I enter an arcade that leads to another train station. The train I was writing my story on has been eliminated. It seems like a week, a month, a few years have passed since that train ride. I had left my grandparents without even saying goodbye.

"My grandfather continued on the train and my grandmother, unconditionally attached to his journey through life as another kind of Lonesome Cowboy, stayed on the train with him. They ended up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where he became an insurance salesman with the largest insurance company in the United States. As a young man in Europe, he had been a radical, political activist fighting for a better way of life. "