He points at me – no, past me. A blast of German.
“I..don’t speak…”
“The train station is closing”.
I turn around and head back out of the Alexanderplatz U-Bahn, running just far enough ahead of the advancing officials to buy a sandwich from a kiosk. I’m dimly aware I have a good walk ahead of me. How full is my water bottle? Oh – not very. And I’ve had a few beers, so I’ll start dehydrating soon. Maybe I should get a taxi?
NO, says an adventurous, tight-fisted and gently sozzled part of my brain. (more…)
