The Cailor Tunnel was 980 meters of absolute darkness bored through living rock. As the locomotive swallowed the light, Andrei did what his father had taught him: he turned off the single bulb in the cab. For thirty seconds, MSTS Romania vanished from the world.
"Pită, Andrei?" shouted Măria, the conductor’s wife, shoving a loaf of warm bread through the cab window. "You can’t drive on holy water alone." msts romania
Then came the tunnel.
Inside the carriages, silence fell. No phones glowed. No one whispered. The bride stopped crying. In the blackness, the only thing that existed was the clack-clack-clack of the wheels on the joints and the smell of coal smoke and wet moss. The Cailor Tunnel was 980 meters of absolute