The sun was blazing. Its arrogant glare makes the air around to become unbearable heat.
Altamyra had been protected from the stinging heat, but his whole body remained wet and sticky
by the sweat. From the train window, he could see the soldiers guarding him. Altamyra wonder. With clothes
thick iron, they are not hot at all. Inside he felt like he was in the stove
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