Milena Velba Too Much

" Enter the city and enter the steelworks were one. The train pierced belly of a kind that the smell of ferrous iron powder of the train became, suddenly, nothing in the middle of a dark cloud, smoke and iron, factory. Before the green velvet of the locomotive, I had time to press your knees against my childhood discovery of the wooden benches of the train, pushed all the way to the cape ... "

So this is the beginning of a very distant memory, when I was little.