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The little Australian town of Giles rested peacefully in the early morning light. The long straight gleam of the east-west line cut the Nullabor like a knife, and cleanly bisected the little settlement.

As was his custom, Eric waited patiently where the dusty path crossed the shiny metal. It was several months since he had given up his work on the line, but the railway was still his life. At various times, day and night, Eric would leave his little cottage, and wander down to the track, waiting, sometimes for hours, for the mighty express to thunder through. Then, satisfied, he would return home with his memories. But Eric was puzzled. Although his visits to the line were at random times, nine times out of ten the express which came through was travelling westwards.

‘Either Perth is stockpiling a mass of rolling stock, or I’m going barmy!’ he muttered to himself.

Perhaps you can provide the real explanation.

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