It would be the last train from Istanbul, before the Nazis closed in, and he couldn’t afford to miss it. But then he thought, Maybe I should pick up some milk and eggs at the store, in case I get hungry on the train. I could make myself a raw egg sandwich and wash it down with milk. Man, he loved milk.
When he ran onto the train platform with his groceries, the train was still there. What a relief! I wonder if I have time to go pick up an extra bottle of milk, he thought.
When he got back, the train was gone. He had missed the last train from Istanbul.