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There was something about watching the landscape change over a span of several hours that was just so interesting to Katrina; how the landscapes changed so gradually but in drastic form and measure - it was calming. It was accompanied by a variety of different sounds all around her, the rhythmic vibrations and sounds of the train clacking along the tracks, the small whispers and snores of people in the different compartments, and just how quiet and calm the atmosphere was in the train. Eventually, she too gets bored and to pass the time she would draw a little bit in her sketchpads; they were well used and had many pages filled with intricate figures and landscapes. She found herself encapsulated in the memory of seeing hard working red army soldiers in uniform and decided to draw them.

Katrina took out some of her vine charcoal and started to make shapes visualizing as she went along, she started out with a rough shape, quickly creating an outline of what she wanted it to look like. At first it was like a white silhouette with black outlines, awkward shadows, and rough facial features and clothing, but as she continued to develop the piece, her lines became darker, the features on her drawing became sharper and the background was starting to pop into detail – three minutes into the drawing and it was starting to look more like a person but it lacked depth, which she quickly addressed it by giving him more character and giving more emphasis towards the background, the shadows, and the clothes. After an hour of rough sketching and detailing with different charcoal sticks, she came out with a product that she was happy with. A young red army man with his mosin nagant slung over his shoulder, he had a smirk on his face, the background looked like he was in the middle of a crowd shoulder to shoulder to another man in the army. She produced such a masterful art piece using only charcoal, some cloth, and her hands to get the right shades and shapes that she had visualized.

Katrina’s hands were covered with black marks from her art materials, but she didn’t care, she produced a piece she was proud of – another piece to add her collection of art. Before she knew it, the train’s rhythm slowed heavily and a loud screech followed as she lurched backwards from her hunched position facing towards the rear of the train. The sudden stop surprised her, she heard muffled yells and chatter from outside her cabin. Katrina took one look outside and it was as if she was looking at the Philippines, a tropical hue of greens, browns, yellows, and reds.

She packed her things up and head outside still wearing the USAFFE uniform she received back in the Philippines. Unsurprisingly, her outfit stood out among the rest of the rest of the men and women in their group, she took a stride towards the exit of the train and heard names being called and unsurprisingly she wasn’t among them – usually they only called the men to do the heavy lifting. She took in a few breaths of air and tied her hair into a neat pony tail before she continued outside – her hands still dirty from all the drawing she’s been doing. As she gazed out at the Indian landscape she couldn’t help but reminisce about her home. She stepped down onto the soil and scanned the faces around her, most of them were unfamiliar to her, the crew however she’s seen once or twice around the train. However, she did notice two people stand out, one man who looked much different from the Russians around him and another woman who looked as if she was in a daze. She would speak to them, but she pondered for a minute whether they’d understand English – instead she just stood there and admired the landscape and all it was worth, she put one hand on her waist and let the other hang to the side, standing with her feet slightly apart, while the corner of her lips rose to form a warm smile. 

She thought that if anyone wanted to talk they’d come to her, she was usually more chatty, but she doesn’t even know if these people spoke a language she could understand. She stood there just reminiscing about the past and just how much she missed the Philippine’s warm summers like the ones here in India. In that moment she had an idea of what she would draw next, a landscape of the Philippines and how she remembers it. Deep emotions stirred as other thoughts accompanied that idea, but she kept up the smile - she didn't want to be seem unapproachable, especially to the people who she might be working with.