I’m on the train from Brussels to Moscow and all the staff are Russian. I didn’t expect that so soon. I’m in at the deep end and floundering at first. I’m trying to win them over with my phrasebook and a smile. Last night I stayed at Martin and Isabel’s place in Ghent, Belgium and was treated to a free dinner at the expense of his company credit card.
It has just occurred to me that the pretty blond Russian girl in the cabin next door is travelling alone and that I might fancy her. Since deciding that I’m up and down each time I think I hear her opening her door.
My friend Nic was right so far – travelling is a series of ups and downs. One minute I’m in a blind panic because I can’t order food and the next I’m giggling because I’m on a train to Moscow!
I’m reading Sons and Lovers by DH Lawrence as we’re passing through Germany. Neat tidy, functional Germany, utilitarian Germany. Is this true? This is how it all looks to me from the train.
In Dusseldorf I see a big beautiful girl at a window waiting to go out. She’s all dressed up and I realise with a jolt that it is Friday night after all.
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