When I was a small boy in Greece and Turkey,I loved playing on old railway trucks at a part of the Hejaz railway whichwas no longer used.This is the railway that comes up from Arabia to the Sea of Marmara opposite Istanbul(伊斯坦布尔).Then when I was sent to school in England,I used to travel by train from London to Salonica in Greece and back oncea year for my summer holidays with my two younger brothers.We used to go third class(三等车厢),sitting on hardwooden seats for three days and three nights.Sleep was always a problem;when we nodded off(打瞌睡),our headsdropped and we woke with a jump.We solved that problem by tying our scarves to the luggage rack above our heads andputting them under our chins.The only problem was that people coming into our compartment at stations used to think thatwe had hanged ourselves,having lost all hope of finishing our journey. When I was a small boy in Greece and Turkey, I loved playing on old railway trucks at a part of the Hejaz railway whichwas no longer used.This is the railway that comes up up from Arabia to the Sea of ​​Marmara opposite Istanbul. Then when I was sent to school in England, I used to travel by train from London to Salonica in Greece and back oncea year for my summer holidays with my two younger brothers.We used to go third class (sitting on third class) hardwood seats for three days and three nights.Sleep was always a problem; when we nodded off (we do not sleep), our headsdropped and we woke with a jump. We solved that problem by tying our scarves to the luggage rack above our heads andputting them under our chins.The only problem was that people coming into our compartment at stations used to think thatwe had hanged ourselves, having lost all hope of finishing our journey.