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Out of curiosité, what kind of train was it?
This was about 15 yeara ago. It was the type that made several stops in each small town. The rails looked like normal metal tracks. it could brake, accelerate, and roll by silently.
The building I was in was 30 meters from the tracks and I could not hear the train at all, which was insane to me because the trains sometimes screech so loud the passengers cant talk to eachother in america...
I was visiting Amsterdam one time and walking across Waterlooplein to my favorite "coffee" shop. Some kind of spidey-sense tingle hit me and I stopped and looked back over my shoulder ... to see a tram whizzing past me about an inch from my head, completely silently. I had never noticed the tracks there before. That might be the closest I've ever come to death, and the shitty part is that it would have been before I got to the coffee shop.