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Treinwrak Casanova – B1
Hoofstuk 10: Kom terug na eenvoud
Steve het die deur na sy klein woonstel oopgemaak. Dit was nie baie groot nie en het 'n bietjie klam geruik. Hy kyk rond en sug. Dit was baie anders as die spoggerige woonstel waarin hy gewoon het. Op die muur was 'n ou plakkaat van 'n stoomtrein. Dit het hom herinner aan die lewe wat hy voorheen gehad het.
“Hallo, Steve,” sê Dave, wat in die woonstel oorkant die gang gewoon het. Dave was vriendelik en het 'n paar grys hare gehad. Hy het gereeld kom hallo sê, al het hy nie veel van Steve se verlede geweet nie.
"Hallo, Dave," sê Steve met 'n glimlag. "Ek raak net gewoond daaraan om terug hier te wees."
“As jy hulp nodig het, laat weet my net,” het Dave vir hom gesê.
"Dankie, Dave."
Steve het die volgende paar dae spandeer om bokse uit te pak. Hy het baie modeltreinonderdele gevind wat hy versamel het. Terwyl hy hulle bymekaar gesit het, het hy gelukkig en ontspanne gevoel.
Een aand het Dave met twee blikkies bier na Steve se deur gekom. "Wil jy 'n bier hê?" het hy gevra. "Ons kan 'n geselsie hê."
“Sekerlik,” sê Steve en laat Dave inkom.
Hulle het in die sitkamer, wat nie baie helder was nie, gesit en gesels. Dave het Steve uitgevra oor sy belangstelling in treine.
“Ek was nog altyd lief vir hulle,” het Steve gesê. "Ek dink hulle is opwindend en hulle laat my vry voel."
“Ek verstaan,” het Dave gesê. "Ek het vroeër seëls versamel. Dit is nie so opwindend soos treine nie, maar ek het dit geniet."
Hulle het meer oor hul stokperdjies en hul lewens gepraat. Steve het nie daaroor gepraat om 'n optelkunstenaar te wees nie. Hy wou nie nou daaraan dink nie.
Na 'n rukkie het Dave gesê: "Ek moet huis toe gaan. Dit is laat."
“Dankie vir die biere,” sê Steve terwyl hy vir Dave na die deur stap.
"Jy is welkom," het Dave gesê. "Dit was lekker om met jou te praat."
Steve maak die deur toe en voel bly oor hul gesprek. Hy het teruggegaan na sy modeltreine en 'n treintjie op die spoor gesit. Hy glimlag.
Chapter 10: Coming Back to Simplicity
Steve opened the door to his small flat. It was not very big and smelled a bit damp. He looked around and sighed. It was very different from the fancy flat he used to live in. On the wall was an old poster of a steam train. It reminded him of the life he had before.
"Hi, Steve," said Dave, who lived in the flat across the hall. Dave was friendly and had some grey hair. He often came to say hello, even though he didn't know much about Steve's past.
"Hello, Dave," Steve said with a smile. "I'm just getting used to being back here."
"If you need help, just let me know," Dave told him.
"Thanks, Dave."
Steve spent the next few days unpacking boxes. He found many model train parts that he had collected. As he put them together, he felt happy and relaxed.
One evening, Dave came to Steve's door with two cans of beer. "Would you like a beer?" he asked. "We can have a chat."
"Sure," Steve said, and let Dave come in.
They sat in the living room, which was not very bright, and talked. Dave asked Steve about his interest in trains.
"I've always loved them," Steve said. "I think they're exciting and they make me feel free."
"I understand," Dave said. "I used to collect stamps. It's not as exciting as trains, but I enjoyed it."
They talked more about their hobbies and their lives. Steve didn't talk about being a pick-up artist. He didn't want to think about that now.
After a while, Dave said, "I should go home. It's late."
"Thanks for the beers," Steve said as he walked Dave to the door.
"You're welcome," Dave said. "It was nice to talk to you."
Steve closed the door and felt happy about their conversation. He went back to his model trains and put a small train on the tracks. He smiled.