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Treinwrak Casanova – B1
Hoofstuk 11: Life on the Rails
Steve het die klein stasiemeestermodel versigtig langs die nuwe perron neergesit. Die piepklein figuurtjie was gedetailleerd, met selfs 'n sakhorlosieketting aan sy onderbaadjie. Terwyl Steve daarna kyk, lui die deurklokkie.
"Kom!" Steve het geskree, die modelspoorwegkamer verlaat en na die voordeur gegaan. Hy het dit oopgemaak en sy buurman, Ian, met 'n vriendelike glimlag gesien.
"Hallo, Steve. Ek het gesien jy het vandag 'n pakkie. Is dit iets nuuts vir jou versameling?" vra Ian en begin 'n geselsie.
“Ja,” antwoord Steve en glimlag. "Ek het nuwe treine en waens gekry. Ek sal vanaand besig wees om dit op te stel."
Ian lag. "Jy hou regtig van jou treine, nie waar nie? Maar as dit jou gelukkig maak, is dit goed."
Steve het 'n ongemaklike glimlag gegee. "Dankie, Ian. Ek was nog altyd passievol daaroor. Dit hou my besig en ek het wonderlike mense deur hierdie stokperdjie ontmoet."
“Dis waar,” stem Ian saam. "Terloops, gaan jy volgende maand na die Modelspoorwegkonvensie toe? Ek het gehoor dit gaan 'n wonderlike geleentheid wees."
Steve knik. "Ek sal dit nie mis nie. Ek is opgewonde om ander aanhangers te ontmoet, wenke te deel en hul uitlegte te sien. Dit is altyd pret."
"Dit klink lekker," sê Ian, regtig geïnteresseerd. "Het jy al daaraan gedink om toere oor jou modelspoorlyn te gee? Mense sal dit geniet om jou werk te sien."
Steve huiwer. "Ek weet nie, Ian. Dis 'n goeie idee, maar ek is nog nie gereed daarvoor nie. Miskien eendag."
"Goed," het Ian geantwoord. "Ek sal jou nie van jou treine afhou nie. Lekker aand, Steve."
“Jy ook, Ian,” sê Steve en maak die deur toe en gaan terug na sy modelspoorkamer.
Terwyl hy aan sy nuwe treine gewerk het, het Steve verdwaal in die wêreld van klein treintjies. Sy hande beweeg versigtig en sit elke wa op die baan. Die geluid van wiele op die spore het die kamer gevul, en Steve het vreedsaam gevoel.
Hy het na 'n foto van hom en 'n paar treinaanhangers van 'n onlangse vergadering gekyk. Hulle het gelukkig saam gelyk, en Steve het geglimlag.
“Miskien is Ian reg,” sê hy vir homself. "Miskien is dit tyd om my stokperdjie met ander te deel."
Maar vir nou was Steve gelukkig om aan sy modelspoorweg te werk, verlore in die wêreld wat hy gemaak het.
Chapter 11: Life on the Rails
Steve carefully put the small station master model next to the new platform. The tiny figure was detailed, with even a pocket watch chain on his waistcoat. As Steve looked at it, the doorbell rang.
"Coming!" Steve shouted, leaving the model railway room and going to the front door. He opened it and saw his neighbour, Ian, with a friendly smile.
"Hello, Steve. I saw you got a package today. Is it something new for your collection?" Ian asked, starting a chat.
"Yes," Steve replied, smiling. "I got new trains and carriages. I'll be busy tonight setting them up."
Ian laughed. "You really like your trains, don't you? But if it makes you happy, that's good."
Steve gave an awkward smile. "Thank you, Ian. I've always been passionate about it. It keeps me busy and I've met great people through this hobby."
"That's true," Ian agreed. "By the way, are you going to the Model Railway Convention next month? I heard it'll be a great event."
Steve nodded. "I wouldn't miss it. I'm excited to meet other fans, share tips and see their layouts. It's always fun."
"It does sound fun," Ian said, really interested. "Have you ever thought about giving tours of your model railway? People would enjoy seeing your work."
Steve hesitated. "I don't know, Ian. It's a nice idea, but I'm not ready for that yet. Maybe someday."
"Alright," Ian replied. "I won't keep you from your trains. Have a nice evening, Steve."
"You too, Ian," Steve said, closing the door and going back to his model railway room.
As he worked on his new trains, Steve got lost in the world of tiny trains. His hands moved carefully, putting each carriage on the track. The sound of wheels on the tracks filled the room, and Steve felt peaceful.
He looked at a photo of him and some train fans from a recent meeting. They looked happy together, and Steve smiled.
"Maybe Ian's right," he said to himself. "Maybe it's time to share my hobby with others."
But for now, Steve was happy working on his model railway, lost in the world he had made.