He was out with a few friends in the evening. Alcohol may have been involved also. They were walking along a big road, split into two lanes for either direction. In between were the tracks. For some reason they wanted to cross the road at a point where cars are enabled to U-turn. The light was red, but Jules was confident to catch the train. He was paying attention to the cars around him when he just crossed the rails. „Jul, watch out!“, a girl yelled with whom he was on tour. Distracted by this he stopped on the tracks: „What’s the matter?“
Then he looked to the left and saw the train slamming the brakes and sounding the horn. He knew he couldn’t avoid the crash but he instantly took a stable stand and put his arms in the front as if he was going to stop that train like the Incredible Hulk.
Of course, he didn’t. He flew some meters and slammed on the tracks. The train stood still. Jules was not really hurt in the first place, probably due to the shock and the adrenaline. He spoke to the train driver and assured he was alright. The driver saw no reason Jules shouldn’t get on the train.
So he did. Just as he entered he stood face to face with his uncle: „Hell, some lunatic just got hit by the train! Did you see that, boy?“
I can imagine quite well what he must have felt like as he admitted:
„Well, that was me…“
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