I noticed that the asphalt road was already bending and cracking. The barricade, full of clutter and old oil barrels which the men had filled with sand and dirt, grew quickly. And then we waited. As the first train approached our barricade, I was nervous, my hands sweating. When the train stopped, a cheer went up. I remember the joy of it, seeing the train, honking and impatient, come to a chugging halt, waiting for us to open the way.
