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Trainwreck Casanova – B1
Capítol 2: Un terrible accident
El sol brillava intensament en un matí fresc de tardor quan l'Steve arribava al seu lloc preferit per a localitzar els trens. Era un lloc preciós al camp de Bedfordshire amb una vista fantàstica de les vies del tren. L'Steve estava molt emocionat perquè avui per fi veuria el vell cotxe de passatgers que havia estat buscant.
"Bon dia, Steve", va dir Malcolm, un altre observador de trens. Estava muntant la seva càmera. "Estàs preparat per al gran moment?"
"Sí, Malcolm!" va respondre Steve, ple d'emoció. "Fa molt de temps que esperava això. He de veure aquell cotxe de passatgers".
"Bona sort", va somriure en Malcolm.
"Gràcies", va respondre l'Steve, mirant les vies del tren a través dels seus prismàtics.
Van esperar una estona. De sobte, l'Steve va veure que el vell cotxe de passatgers venia cap a ells.
"Aquí està!" va cridar Steve. "El preciós cotxe de passatgers!"
"Ben fet, Steve!" va dir en Malcolm. —Tens un bon ull.
Steve es va acostar a les vies per veure millor el cotxe de passatgers. Estava tan interessat que no es va adonar d'un altre tren que venia a la següent via.
"Steve!" Malcolm li va advertir. "Estàs massa a prop de les vies! Torna enrere!"
Però Steve no el va escoltar. Encara mirava el vell cotxe de passatgers. L'altre tren va colpejar molt fort a Steve i el va llançar lluny de les vies.
"Oh no!" va cridar en Malcolm. Va trucar ràpidament a una ambulància. "Si us plau, vine ràpid! El meu amic va ser atropellat per un tren!"
Malcolm va agafar la mà de l'Steve mentre esperaven l'ambulància. Quan va arribar, els paramèdics van portar Steve a l'hospital. Malcolm se sentia molt culpable i preocupat pel seu amic. Es va preguntar si l'amor de l'Steve pels trens havia causat aquest terrible accident.
Dins de l'ambulància, l'Steve estava inconscient. La seva ment va caure en un coma profund.
Chapter 2: A Terrible Accident
The sun was shining brightly on a cool autumn morning as Steve reached his favourite trainspotting location. It was a beautiful spot in the Bedfordshire countryside with a great view of the railway tracks. Steve was very excited because today he would finally see the old passenger car he had been looking for.
"Morning, Steve," said Malcolm, another trainspotter. He was setting up his camera. "Are you ready for the big moment?"
"Yes, Malcolm!" answered Steve, full of excitement. "I've been waiting for this for a long time. I must see that passenger car."
"Good luck," Malcolm smiled.
"Thanks," Steve replied, looking at the railway tracks through his binoculars.
They waited for some time. Suddenly, Steve saw the old passenger car coming towards them.
"There it is!" shouted Steve. "The beautiful passenger car!"
"Well done, Steve!" said Malcolm. "You have a good eye."
Steve went closer to the tracks to see the passenger car better. He was so interested in it that he did not notice another train coming on the next track.
"Steve!" Malcolm warned him. "You are too close to the tracks! Move back!"
But Steve did not hear him. He was still looking at the old passenger car. The other train hit Steve very hard and threw him far away from the tracks.
"Oh no!" cried Malcolm. He called an ambulance quickly. "Please come fast! My friend was hit by a train!"
Malcolm held Steve's hand while they waited for the ambulance. When it arrived, the paramedics took Steve to the hospital. Malcolm felt very guilty and worried for his friend. He wondered if Steve's love for trains had caused this terrible accident.
Inside the ambulance, Steve was unconscious. His mind slipped into a deep coma.