At the Railway Station

Here I am in New York at the railway station ( gara) with a friend. There are many people on the platform and it will be hard to find tickets. I ask a young man if I can have two tickets but he answers 'No' and shuts the window in my face.

"He talks to me like this because he doesn't know who I am." I think to myself. (gandesc in sinea mea). But my friend says that this is not true and that it is impossible to find a vacant seat ( loc liber) in a train in which there are no vacant seats. But I can't give up (sa renunt). So I go to an official and tell him that my name is Mark Twain but he turns his back on me ( imi intoarce spatele).

I look around and I see the porter ( supraveghetor) of the sleeping car ( vagon de dormit) watching