DEAD MAN'S STORIES - Story Four Hundred and Ninety-Sixteenth - The Toors and the Cryptors

Story of Four Hundred Ninety-Sixteen - Tooř and KryptořI get out of the train station in Pilsen and throw my backpack on my back. I light a cigarette on the platform and watch the trains. People get off, going somewhere, grandmothers with bent backs, pissed-off fifty-somethings with bellybuttons, young girls who almost float. I wonder where they're going, what their destination is. I'm hungry, I've spent all my money on beer and books. My stomac…