Toby, who was already 34 years old, had no idea what he was really doing. The weather had just warmed up for a few days, and he had started working on this familiar land, doing work that was not at all familiar to him.
Indeed, he didn't even know what he was doing... With a speechless expression, he hammered a very long iron nail straight into the ground, which had been secured with broken stones.
It was a foundation first padded with broken stones, and then every once in a while, long, plank-shaped boards were laid down, similar to those used for building wooden houses.
Then, the long, I-beam shaped rails were laid on top of these sleepers—these construction workers didn't even know that these long pieces of wood were called sleepers.
They just did the same work every day, even eating casually, dining on simple fare provided by the canteen staff right beside the railway tracks.
