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It happened one evening on a crowded bus on the way home. The bus came to a halt on a freight train track because the traffic situation prevented the cars in front and behind from moving forward or backward. The bus was therefore blocked by other road users on the track. It was already dark.

So far, so good – except that a round light was approaching us from the railway line, accompanied by loud warning signals typical of trains. So there it was: the first DHS in this situation. At first, I thought it was frontal fear, “what's rolling towards us?” Or rather, it was immediately clear, so perhaps it was more “what's in store for us now?” Or even territorial fear, “I'm scared” / “I'm afraid and anxious.”

First biologically sensible thought: better get off :D. Unfortunately, I was almost at the back of the bus and there was only one exit at the front, where people were already crowding. At that moment, I probably suffered another motor conflict because it was not possible to leave the bus without further ado. Like “not knowing what to do,” “not getting away fast enough,” or something similar.

I looked back at the train to estimate how much time I might have left to hopefully get off the bus in time. It was hard to tell, but it seemed to be slowing down significantly due to an emergency brake.

It should be noted that the train was traveling slightly uphill, the freight cars in this direction were probably empty, and the trains are always equipped with two powerful locomotives to pull the numerous cars through the mountainous landscapes. In addition, they travel at reduced speed in urban areas because most railroad crossings are not secured and they are probably already accustomed to obstacles on the route.

My next glance went back to the exit, which had cleared a little, so that it seemed possible to get out of the bus without violence. And a glance back at the train also confirmed that it had slowed down so much that a collision might not happen after all. And just at that moment, to everyone's relief, the bus driver managed to maneuver the bus off the tracks into a gap that had just opened up in front of it, thus providing a definitive solution to the situation.

Phew, luckily that turned out well! Two days later, I got a kind of shiver and cold chills that covered me. This must have been the epileptoid crisis, which, in my opinion, can best be attributed to the SBS of the muscle-nerve supply, i.e., the motor conflict of “not getting away fast enough.” Otherwise, I had no noticeable symptoms that I can remember, except that in the weeks that followed, I was naturally still overly cautious when walking, taking a taxi, or riding the bus.