“Pensando bem, eu não gosto muito da palavra “quase”. Desse meio termo, desse “foi por pouco”. Sei lá. Dá o gostinho da conquista e nos frusta. Não é 8, nem 80.
E, às vezes, parece que a vida é um amontoado de “quases”. A gente quase consegue.
Quase é feliz.
Só falta isso. Aquilo. O difícil é saber o que falta pra preencher esse quase. O quanto falta para chegar lá ?
These are two of the seven boxcars that derailed near Function Junction, Whistler, in 1956. Instead of being swallowed by the forest over the last half century, they've been decorated by grafitti artists and preserved, for now at least. Until recently, how they came to rest where they are presented a mystery. There is no record of the crash and there wasn't even a local paper in this remote area.The cars are laying in a random, scattered pattern, surrounded by trees undamaged by the crash and much older than half a century. A member of the Valleau family remembers the crash. His family were loggers in the area and were asked to clear the wreckage, so they dragged them away from the track to where they lay today.