I’ve been traveling from Amsterdam since 10. Now, it’s almost 5. I changed trains in Düsseldorf. On the train from Amsterdam, the conductor had to throw out three people who didn’t have tickets. It turned into a little argument just when he took my interrail card and I guess he had other things on his mind, but he just punched a hole to the bottom of my ticket, returned it to me and went on arguing. He was not supposed to do that, non of the other conductors have. It’s not that kind of ticket. I hope it doesn’t create a problem for me later on. I would hate to be thrown off a train in a small town in, lets say, Hungary, just because two junkies and an old man hadn’t bought their train tickets in Amsterdam.
The Düsseldorf train station was nothing special, but it made me think of the Regina Spektor song “Düsseldorf” (that I won’t be able to listen to, because nothing after M was transferred to my phone during my travel preparations).
In Düsseldorf, I caught the next train, that actually will take me all the way to Munich. A guy from Chile got on the train some time after me and sat down on the seat next to mine. And then he wouldn’t stop talking! But it was nice. He had many stories to tell, he had just been to Gothenburg and he was so young and excied about everything.
He got off, like, half an hour ago and now I’m suddenly feeling extremely tired. Like, can’t-keep-my-eyes-open-tired. I was supposed to read the Munich guide book chapter, but seriously, I don’t think I could take anything in. I’ll simply have to take a nap, and hope that the sleepiness will pass before we reach Munich in one and a half hour.
Katja Malmborg 