Northern Lands

The sun beat down mercilessly on the small battered train station.  “The only people who will want that job are the people who have lived here all their lives and have family rooted here”, stated the businessman.  “Yup, and nobody is going to move here to start a new career whilst their friends and family are elsewhere, but the person who works here probably won’t move from this region”, agreed the other businessman.  Both did not fancy the surroundings, not for a permanent job here.  It was in the middle of a wasteland, a chaotic ruin of half demolished brick walled buildings fighting for a place amongst the weeds and the flowers.

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