A reflection in a glass screen showed a fellow passenger standing on the other side of the restaurant car. He had spread a few dozen coins on the table and was arranging them over and over again. Once in a while he walked away, leaving the coins on the table, then came back and continued. J walked to the counter to get another beer. The coin arranger was now doing buddhist prayers, followed by slow-motion karate moves targeted to a window frame. Other than that, he looked like a normal young man. Going to Turku, just like J was.
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