Sunday, 11 December 2011
The man on the train back from Brighton...
Me and Sophie met a man on a train coming back from Brighton and he told us four stories;
(As much as i could recollect and interpret...)
Prison With The Mirrors
There is a prison for criminals, where every wall has a mirror so you can always see who is behind you. Mirrors, reflections for protection. But the mirrors and constant reflections start to make the prisoners and workers insane, until eventually the prison with mirrors, meant for protection, becomes a prison of insanity.
Don't Forget The Chocolate
A man travels over to England from Ireland during a war. He needs a place to stay, and knocks on a woman’s door asking for help. Before he says anything she presumes he needs a bed, somewhere to rest, and decides he can stay if he does some housework. She puts him up in the shed, and he helps around the house with different jobs. Slowly, they fall in love. As Christmas arrives, supplies are sparse due to rationing, but he gives her some chocolate. It isn't much, but the woman is overwhelmed with happiness by how special the present is considering the current times.
The Saturday Robberies
There was a man who lived in a normal house with a dog, and worked at Sainsbury’s. (Not sure why he specified Sainsbury’s...) Every Saturday he would go out and rob rich people. He stole so much money, one day he realised he didn't need it. What did he need material things for? So he gave it all away to people who needed it. He stopped his Saturday robberies and continued his job like normal, which he found funny. No one knew it was him, no one knew what he did, or who he is.
(Note how the character is suspiciously like Robin Hood...)
Until this next story he had told us that none of them were about his life. That he had written them and travelled around on trains telling them to people. But he did not want to get them published, he saw no reason why he should...
The Dodgy Fortune-teller
There was a fortune-teller who used tarot cards to tell peoples future. But many times he lied, and many times he upset people and did wrong. He felt guilty and went to Jesus; "help me Jesus" he said, dropping his cards to the floor. So Jesus told the fortune-teller to pick up his cards, and live life through him "I come first". From then on he continued to make up for his mistakes, making corrections and living life for Jesus.
It then became apparent to us, and the man revealed that all these stories were parts of his life and he had made mistakes, and turned to Jesus who had helped him, showing me his copy of the New Testament which he has in his coat pocket.
He described life as pictures, some of them funny, some strange or sad and some very beautiful. But he only showed us the pictures he wanted to, the stories weren't his whole life, only what's on the surface is what he chose to "show" us.
Then as it was getting to his stop off the train, he said actually- life is a bit like a train. You wait for your stop to come, and when it does, someone says "excuse me, it's your turn to get off". Then he shook our hands and left.
Although it was kind of hard to understand him because i think he was drunk (holding a Special Brew can), he didn't invade our space or say anything offensive or even annoying really. He was articulate and interesting and even though I’m not sure that these stories aren't already existent it was an interesting encounter for a train journey...