from previous--

both  men kept  on running  , the  tracks  were   stretched  out   for  miles  and  miles,  once  or  twice  they  stumbled  loosing  their  balance , but  the  gun shots  were  quickly   nearing, when it  felt  safer   one  fell  over  a  drug  addict   lying  on trcks   like  a  dead,  kicking  him hard  for  sleeping there  as  if  it  was  his  bedroom he  jumped  over  him , his  knee  was  wounded  , the  corpse  like  addict  asked  him to  pull him out  from the  tracks  what  if  a  train rolled  over  him  , he  had  already  taken to  kicks  for  free, laughing the  two  men  drag  him to  the  side  of  the  train tracks, the  addict  kissed  his  hand  thanking him  gratefully