Letter on Trainspotting

Dear,

Trainspotting, a story by the author Irvine Welsh, has made me think that even those with lives considered obstreperous, they have a world of their very own. I would describe the story rather emotional and spontaneous, but quite funny too. The characters all are in a struggle in their own world, trying to live through every perilous day, to actually get through everyday.

“At last one came. There were a group ay young guys in shell-suits n bomber jaykits whae’d been standin thair longer than us. Ah doubt if Sick Boy even saw them. He charged straight oot intae the middle ay the Walk screaming: - TAXI!” page 5. In a way, this passage has connection to my past as I come from France. In some towns there; most people are shoddy and have no respect for taxi lines, speeding laws, parking laws, etc.

“This internal sea. The problem is that this beautiful ocean carries with it