I want to close my eyes, sleep, but when I do, the faces of others on this train with me flash through my mind; I see their lives and what they’re running from. I see fruitless farms and families with nothing to eat. I see people held at knifepoint. I see money exchanging hands. I see blood and smell fear. I hear threats and feel intense desperation. So I keep my eyes open, focused on the door of the boxcar.
