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Trainwreck Casanova – B1
Capítol 10: Tornant a la simplicitat
Steve va obrir la porta del seu petit pis. No era molt gran i feia una mica d'humitat. Va mirar al seu voltant i va sospirar. Era molt diferent del elegant pis on vivia. A la paret hi havia un cartell antic d'un tren de vapor. Li va recordar la vida que tenia abans.
"Hola, Steve", va dir en Dave, que vivia al pis de l'altra banda del passadís. Dave era simpàtic i tenia els cabells grisos. Sovint venia a saludar, tot i que no sabia molt sobre el passat de l'Steve.
"Hola, Dave", va dir l'Steve amb un somriure. "Només m'estic acostumant a tornar aquí".
"Si necessites ajuda, fes-m'ho saber", li va dir en Dave.
"Gràcies, Dave".
L'Steve va passar els dies següents desembalant caixes. Va trobar moltes peces de maquetes de tren que havia recollit. Mentre les reunia, es va sentir feliç i relaxat.
Un vespre, en Dave va arribar a la porta de l'Steve amb dues llaunes de cervesa. "T'agradaria una cervesa?" va preguntar. "Podem xerrar".
"Segur", va dir Steve, i va deixar entrar en Dave.
Es van asseure a la sala d'estar, que no era molt lluminosa, i van parlar. Dave va preguntar a Steve sobre el seu interès pels trens.
"Sempre els he estimat", va dir Steve. "Crec que són emocionants i em fan sentir lliure".
"Ho entenc", va dir en Dave. "Jo col·leccionava segells. No és tan emocionant com els trens, però em va agradar".
Van parlar més de les seves aficions i de les seves vides. Steve no va parlar de ser un artista de captació. Ara no volia pensar-hi.
Al cap d'una estona, Dave va dir: "Hauria d'anar a casa. És tard".
"Gràcies per les cerveses", va dir l'Steve mentre acompanyava Dave cap a la porta.
"De nada", va dir en Dave. "Ha estat un plaer parlar amb tu".
Steve va tancar la porta i es va sentir feliç per la seva conversa. Va tornar als seus models de trens i va posar un petit tren a les vies. Ell va somriure.
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.