They were thin men, curiously built, with long square bodies and short legs, but both moved with a careful grace, their slow and deliberate gestures reminding me of mime artists or expert craftsmen.  When I asked how long they had been building their model, they looked at each other and smiled.  All our lives, said Arkady, all our lives.

A story that takes place on a train. About building a world out of matchsticks. About brothers. About drinking. About things that matter