“Helin was still standing there, hesitant by the look of her face. When her father looked out of the compartment window he saw her.

“What are you standing around there for, come here now!” he yelled. Then he said something in Kurdish to the girl’s mother in the same tone of voice. The woman leaped up and ran to the door. Helin jumped like she had been woken up from her daydream and obeyed immediately. Without even looking back she jumped onto the carriage and went to the compartment with her mother.

The engine driver blew the train’s sharp whistle one more time. The old locomotive seemed to shake and started moving slowly, pouring white smoke from its smokestack left and right, before it built up speed and went on its way.”