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Treinwrak Casanova – B1
In "Trainwreck Casanova," volg die onverwagte reis van Steve, 'n eensame modelspoorweg-entoesias, terwyl hy probeer om homself te herontdek ná 'n lewensveranderende ongeluk. Deur die wêreld van optelkunstenaars te verken, begin Steve 'n ambisieuse soeke na liefde en sukses, net om dramatiese gevolge in die gesig te staar. Terwyl skandaal en hartseer dreig om sy lewe te ontspoor, kan Steve balans en tevredenheid te midde van die chaos herontdek? Sluit by hom aan op hierdie rollercoaster-rit van selfontdekking, passie en verlossing, terwyl hy die ware betekenis van geluk leer en die belangrikheid daarvan om getrou aan jouself te bly.
Hoofstuk 1: Mal oor Treine
Steve het in sy klein sitkamer gesit, die geluid van modeltreine het die lug gevul terwyl hulle om die gedetailleerde spore beweeg het wat hy oor die jare gebou het. Hy maak sy bril reg en tel 'n piepklein figuurtjie op en plaas dit versigtig langs 'n klein stasieperron.
"Het jy die nuwe Klas 68-dieseltreinmodel gesien?" Steve het vir Peter, sy enigste gas en 'n mede-treinspotter gevra wat ook van die stokperdjie gehou het.
Peter knik. "Ja, ek het. Dit is fantasties, is dit nie? 'n Goeie stuk vir enige versameling."
Steve se oë blink. "Ek kan nie wag om een te koop nie! Dink hoe dit op hierdie uitleg sal lyk."
Terwyl die twee mans vrolik oor die nuwe model gesels het, het Steve se buurvrou, Janet, sonder om te klop, ingekom en baie vererg gelyk.
"Steve, kan jy dit stiller maak? Ek kan myself nie eers hoor dink nie!" skree sy en bedek haar ore.
Steve het verleë gelyk. "O, ek is jammer, Janet. Ek het nie geweet dit was so hard nie."
Peter het bygevoeg: "Hierdie treine kan soms raserig wees."
Janet rol haar oë. "Ek verstaan nie hoe jy dit so lank kan doen nie. Raak jy nooit verveeld nie?"
Steve het hartseer gelyk. "Nee. Ek is mal oor treine. Hulle was nog altyd my gunsteling ding."
Janet skud haar kop. "Julle is soos kinders met speelgoed. Daar is 'n hele wêreld buite, jy weet."
Peter was vererg deur haar opmerking. "Treine is nie net speelgoed nie, Janet. Dit gaan oor geskiedenis, ingenieurswese en kuns. Dit gaan nie net oor die modelle nie; dit gaan oor die herinneringe wat ons maak."
Steve het ingestem, maar Janet het net gelag.
"Goed. Hou dit net stil, asseblief," sê sy en vertrek. "Sommige van ons het vriende."
Toe sy die deur toemaak, kyk Steve en Peter na mekaar. Petrus het probeer om daarvan te vergeet. "Moenie oor haar bekommer nie, Steve. Sy verstaan dit net nie."
Steve sug en kyk na sy modelspoorlyn. "Miskien is sy reg. Miskien mis ek iets. Wanneer laas het ek op 'n date gegaan?"
Petrus dink vir 'n oomblik. "Jy hoef nie daaraan te dink nie. Daar is meer aan die lewe as om uit te gaan."
Steve het nie seker gelyk nie. "Jy is seker reg. Maar soms wonder ek of daar meer in die lewe is as treine."
Peter sit sy hand op Steve se rug. "Treine is vir ons belangrik, maar ons kan tyd maak vir ander dinge ook. Dit gaan daaroor om die regte balans te vind."
Chapter 1: Crazy about Trains
Steve sat in his small living room, the sound of model trains filling the air as they moved around the detailed tracks he had built over the years. He fixed his glasses and picked up a tiny figure, placing it carefully next to a small station platform.
"Did you see the new Class 68 diesel train model?" Steve asked Peter, his only guest and a fellow trainspotter who also loved the hobby.
Peter nodded. "Yes, I did. It's fantastic, isn't it? A great piece for any collection."
Steve's eyes shone. "I can't wait to buy one! Think how it would look on this layout."
As the two men happily talked about the new model, Steve's neighbour, Janet, came in without knocking, looking very annoyed.
"Steve, can you make it quieter? I can't even hear myself think!" she shouted, covering her ears.
Steve looked embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry, Janet. I didn't know it was so loud."
Peter added, "These trains can be noisy sometimes."
Janet rolled her eyes. "I don't understand how you can do this for so long. Don't you ever get bored?"
Steve looked sad. "No. I love trains. They've always been my favourite thing."
Janet shook her head. "You're like children with toys. There's a whole world outside, you know."
Peter was annoyed by her comment. "Trains aren't just toys, Janet. They're about history, engineering, and art. It's not only about the models; it's about the memories we make."
Steve agreed, but Janet just laughed.
"Fine. Just keep it quiet, please," she said, leaving. "Some of us have friends."
When she closed the door, Steve and Peter looked at each other. Peter tried to forget about it. "Don't worry about her, Steve. She just doesn't get it."
Steve sighed, looking at his model railway. "Maybe she's right. Maybe I'm missing something. When was the last time I went on a date?"
Peter thought for a moment. "You don't need to think about that. There's more to life than dating."
Steve didn't seem sure. "You're probably right. But sometimes, I wonder if there's more to life than trains."
Peter put his hand on Steve's back. "Trains are important to us, but we can make time for other things as well. It's about finding the right balance."