I had planned to call this post “My worst ride on the train”. No room for interpretation. But I remembered the name one of the ticket inspector gave me and I found it nicer. Then I realized it didn’t quite match my other berliner titles and I found it clearer. In the end, this post has 3 titles, thousands of detours (as much as twists and turns), too many useless brackets and quote marks, not enough vital digressions. A sort of raw porridge of what moved me for 24 hours. And I am spoiling the end in the process! It is starting as well as my ride! … More Leaving on time