“Yes, the train tracks.”
“That’s a death wish. People have tried jumping onto the trains as they pass through. They’ve been electrocuted by the cables. And do you know how fast they roll through there? If you get hit by one of those trains—even your mother wouldn’t recognize your body.”
“I think it’s worth a try. The fence is still cut open and we can go look. I don’t see any other way. The lorries are nearly impossible to jump onto. And the ferries are so guarded. It’s not like the other ports. I’m going to try to walk through the tunnel, along the tracks.”
Ajmal took a deep breath.
“When are you going to go through with it?”
“This evening, once the sun has started to set. The dark will help.”
Ajmal considered Saleem’s reasoning. He nodded in agreement.
“Let’s pray to God that this works.”
Saleem ignored the hypocrisy of praying only when he was most desperate and hoped that God would too.
WHEN EVENING CAME UPON THEM, SALEEM AND AJMAL SAID nothing to the others in the camp. They gathered whatever food they had stored in the hut and stuffed it into their pockets. With fifty kilometers of track to cross, they would need every last bit of sustenance. They made their way down the dirt path and out of the Jungle. Protesters came and went with their poster board signs. Saleem could not make out what they were chanting and averted his eyes. It was a strange thing to be running from, but the air was charged.
They arrived at the tunnel entrance, and Saleem led Ajmal to the opening in the security fence. The authorities either hadn’t found the spot yet or hadn’t had time to repair it. They crouched behind some trees and watched for guards. No one was in the vicinity, but there was a regular stream of cars. It wasn’t completely dark so they decided to wait. No use in rushing the plan.
In an hour, all that remained of the sun was a purple glow on the horizon. The boys crept down the embankment and tiptoed toward the tracks, sidestepping the rails with caution.
Their first peek into the tunnel was intimidating. There was only about two feet of space on either side of the train tracks. They would have to keep their bellies plastered against the wall while trains passed by. Wavering or losing balance would be fatal.
“It will be dark,” Saleem warned. “We should stick close together and listen for the sound of trains coming.”
“Yes, stick together. And listen for trains.” Saleem could hear the quiver in Ajmal’s voice.
“Ajmal, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Saleem said gently. He did not want to be responsible for what might happen if Ajmal’s nerves got the best of him during their crossing.
“I’m fine, Saleem. I want to go.”
The boys entered the dark. Saleem felt once more for Khala Najiba’s address, tucked safely into his pocket.
They had walked about two kilometers into the tunnel when their feet sensed a light rumble in the tracks.
“Saleem!”
“Remember, up against the wall and don’t move! Don’t move!” Saleem yelled out. He pressed his cheek against the cold tunnel wall and tried to flatten himself. He closed his eyes, scared for Ajmal and scared for himself.
The train was upon them almost instantly, glaring lights announcing its arrival. Traveling at nearly one hundred miles per hour, the train slammed the boys with a hard blast of air.
One . . . two . . . three . . . four . . . Saleem counted as his fingers clawed at the concrete wall. Nine . . . ten . . . eleven . . . and the assault continued. Fourteen . . . fifteen . . . sixteen . . . until finally, mercifully, the deafening noise faded into the distance.
Saleem, unmoving, let out the desperate breath he’d held in. Slowly, his body, realizing it was whole, untensed. This could work!
“Ajmal?”
There was no reply.
“Ajmal!”
Silence still.
“Ajmal, are you all right! Answer me!” Saleem groped behind him in the dark.