.

The as-ancient-as-time-itself Elder Gods of...trains decided that we were unworthy of going following our laid-out travel plan. We learnt that the next train for Warsawa was fully booked, and that the next train would roll into the station at the early time of 4:28 in the morning. We hadn't much choice but the take that one, and we spent the next seven hours at the station, taking turns if sleeping on benches and sitting upright, staring at people that were also sitting upright, staring at people. Oscar played another exciting round of suspensefull Kommunistisk Patiens, that he did win, and did not enjoy. Once every 15 minutes, another train would force its way at full speed into the station and subsequently put their brakes to good use, creating a screeching noise that made Oscar wishe he was deaf. Johannes slept through it. We survived on cheeseburgers in exchange for shiny pieces of metal that we threw at a woman wearing a big, yellow "M" on her hat. So to make long story short, we didn't like the station, and it didn't like us.

Johannes wanted to add that he did enjoy the city of Berlin, though. Oscar says that he can't really say the same, considering what it did to his poor, innocent eardrums.

Next morning? Johannes woke Oscar with a method that neither of them remember. Nonetheless, it brought him back to the realm of the awake and living again. They rushed to the train, their only way out of this godforsaken station. It was a night train where everyone slept, so our two backpackers thought; "When in Rome, do as the Romans." the sweet embrace of sleep surely overtook them, and when they would wake, the two intrepid adventurers would find themselves in another world.