Chapter 67 [Strange Things About Taking the Train]

Ate a good meal, and then slept well, and took the train to the capital of the Great Jaman Bang's capital Saipur in the morning the next morning. When taking the train, it can be regarded as the eyebrows from the countryside. The people of my gods are called a crowd of people, big bags, and small streams holding things. When I got on the train, I was also coquettish. People who moved rapidly from the window climbed from the window, and then picked up their luggage to put them on the luggage rack.

The old and weak people can only look at these young people. They do whatever they want. After ten minutes, the old and weak people can slowly line up on the train in these years. But when you board the train, if you want to grab a seat, even if you have a ticket to stipulate that this seat belongs to you, who makes you late.

However, you have to make the young people conflict between the two parties, and to be honest, 90%of India is illiterate. There is no habit of respecting the elderly and love, young people are young and strong, and they will not care if you have the advantage of the old people who say that three years and four are not good.

Of course, India has a distinction between surnames. There are more than a dozen festivals in front of the train. The five festivals in front of the train are the VIP districts of the high -level surname. Location. Luggage is generally neatly placed on the luggage rack. The people taking the train are high -end surnames. They have culture, quality, and do not carry those strange things.

Of course, the VIP district of the senior surname will not be like those servants. Only the servant of the small Jamal's bars can be served with the Berxgg couple. The human meat mule Brook can only take one person to sit in the sixth carriage of the civilian car.

Because Belsinger took her wife Lina early, she saw the chaotic pictures on the platform. But everyone felt curious when she heard the lively appearance behind her. Although Lina was married, she was also a 14 -year -old girl. I ca n’t see that I can only open the window of my seat and extend my head out. I want to see why it is so noisy and lively after seeing it.

The window opened his head and hadn't stretched out. A leg was dripping on the roof of the car on the window of the VIP car. You want to open the window to see the scenery outside, but I did not expect that the window was just opened, and a thigh fell on it, where you can think of there are still people on the roof. And sitting on the side of the train, would there be life if it fell? This situation appeared, but she was startled by Lina, ah's arms of Singh.

Obviously it was scared, which made Belsinger feel very angry. I care what status you are, and who dares to scare my wife, and you must not spare you. So Belsinh first comforted Lina, and then looked at the little Jamal sitting next to him with a fierce look, and pointed at the side of the window with his fingers, wearing a pair of cheap plastic character dragged legs. Just scolded.

"Idiot, what are you doing stupidly? Dra -me the owner of this leg, but dare to sit on my head. It is not good outside the carriage, and it scares Lina. I want to pay him a price. Drive the train, I don't think he wants to sit. "

Get the instructions of his master, what else is there to be polite? Besides, a dark thigh is covered with dust on the side of the window, and no one can stand it by the window. When the train starts, there will be wind to the smell of stinky feet, and the warm carriage is blowing. You can still eat or drink, and you can talk about it. Coupled with the scare of his respectful lady, the owner of this thigh is really abominable.

So Jaimal immediately took off his jacket, then sat up from the chair, and quickly ran towards the door of the carriage. I returned to the platform and poured along the window, always found the owner of this thigh, and then I didn't want to clamp the opponent's ankle and pulled down. After hearing a scream, a tattered hair worn in his 20s was dragged down as dark as a chicken nest.

You can imagine the Indian train. Although it was not very high in manufacturing in the 1970s, it was two or three meters. From a two -meter high altitude, a large split is falling. This difficult movement is not a professional gymnast member who can't stand it, so he screamed and sat on the ground and touched his thighs.

This is not the last time that Jamal saw that the other party was the least -unable to see Dalitt, and felt unusual anger. Going up is a punches and kicks, but the leather shoes that are worn on the feet are touched on the human body. If you use a few times, the other person is lying on the platform and rolling on the platform.

However, when I saw that Xiaojar was treated by a young man, no one dared to step forward to fight or persuade him. If foreigners seem to have no difference in two people, even if there is a difference, they are the perpetrators of beating, and one is the beaten person of the violence. But the Indians can identify the gap between two people at a glance.

This wrist is fair -skinned with the holy line, and it is good to wear a good name. The other body was rotten, and her head was like a chicken nest. The most important thing was that the other party actually wore a pair of dilapidated plastic characters. When falling on the ground and hugging a group, others can see the thick calluses of the other's soles of the feet.

It is easy to tell that the other party is a Dalit. Only those who are not allowed to wear shoes and go barefoot for many years will have such thick calluses on their feet. This kind of Dalit is not even as good as slaves. Being beaten by a high-caste master is because the other party must have done something unforgivable and angered this high-level master, so he deserves to be beaten to death.

Five minutes later, little Jamal could no longer beat him, and the Dalit who was scaring people on the roof of the train was lying on the ground, breathing less and breathing more, and had fainted on the platform. At this time, the staff of the railway station, like the police and gangsters, just finished the gunfight. The police who arrived at the scene were also wearing neat uniforms and holding a wooden stick more than one meter long in their hands to drive away the onlookers.

Then an official with a star on his shoulder asked about the situation at the scene? Then he glanced at the holy thread in little Jamal's hand with the corner of his eye. He immediately determined the other party's caste and asked very politely little Jamal, who was panting with his hands on his waist.

"Sir, what happened? Why did you have a conflict with this person?"

This damn policeman would have been fine if he didn't ask. Once he asked, Jamal got so angry that he pointed at a group of onlookers still standing on the high-class carriage and roared. "You still have the nerve to ask me what happened? We spent thousands of rupees to buy tickets for the high-class carriage."

"I was actually stepped on by these untouchables on the roof of the car. You know who is in the carriage without me telling you. Don't you think you policemen should do something? What are you doing letting these untouchables step on my master's head?"

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