Three trains — Prague-Moscow, Budapest-Moscow, and Belgrade-Moscow — brought the smell of the abroad to the Ternopil station. Usually these trains had several additional sleeping cars. Nobody ever got out of these cars in Ternopil and the conductors never opened the doors, but passengers stood against the windows looking at us, and we looked back at them. The farthest away from Ternopil was Belgrade, a city that I had seen in photographs in encyclopedias, and it was the most mysterious. After I finished my classes at school, I would get on the trolley bus and hurry to meet the arrival of the Belgrade train, somewhere around two o'clock in the afternoon. I wasn’t interested in the cars with the signs Chop-Moscow.