Thirty-five stairs

The planks of the footbridge once already fully rot away, and the bridge passing over the railway station became impassable. They say that the workers going over to the Central Railway Workshop – now a dilapidated industrial monument – then broke through the walls along the railway, and walked across the rails between the trains passing every five minutes, until one of them badly gauged the time to pass across. Then the bridge got new stairs. But it was a long time ago that the decaying factory quarter got even this much attention, and the water, the salt, the time have already written their separate ways into the graining of the wood again.