The train starts to move, but you have no materials to build your own seat. You must look a bit panicked, and the woman with the wood gestures to you, suggesting you borrow hers to construct somewhere to sit, but you politely shake your head and sit down on the floor. The train rocks violently and you lean against the side, holding your bags before they wobble away down the carriage. You remind yourself that you’ve been on worse journeys (you think…?) and say to yourself that it won’t be a long journey: just sit tight.