Postscript/Posdata

Is it fate that a lonely old woman who has lost everything and whose only family is a canary sits down across from a Vietnamese girl who, although barely out of childhood, has been sold to an old Spanish peasant? Is it sheer coincidence that a forty-years-old security guard who has never made a decision in his life and is now about to get married should sit behind a young insurance salesman obsessed by a promotion? Is it chance that two men married to the same woman are coming from her funeral, without nothing to do but remember their lives with her under the same roof? Or perhaps they were all predestined to be in the same carriage, in the middle of a cold, dark tunnel; held there under the protection of Abel, a strange man who seems to know the lives of each and every passenger, their deepest secrets, those they would never reveal.

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