This story ereignte in 2006 and remains to this day unforgettable.
It is Sunday afternoon, and exactly how, as measured by the fullness of my turn, everyone else in Germany, I am just concerned with the long weekend in my home to go back.
My train consists of several parts, one of which apparently has gone lost, so the other half an hour standing around uselessly in Regensburg, before they could proceed with new cars. It is hot, most are reserved seats and some passengers have to crouch on the floor in front of the doors. Many toilets are locked, are before the rest of snakes. The delay increases slowly but steadily to 50 minutes.
All the spoils me not happy. I'm looking at my seat reservation and the fact that I finally got on the train seats, and happy reading in my exciting book. But then ER.
ER was evident at an exhibition in Nuremberg and is packed with at least five bags of advertising motifs. He sits on the only empty seat on the train, which, is right next to me. His bags he placed in the corridor, so that anyone who wants to pass, must rise above. He's beside me as wide as possible, so I'm parked completely, and falls asleep immediately.
Since he sits, gets a funny smell after wide unwashed clothes. I take a look beside me and noticed that my new seatmate with slippers. And then, that his jeans in the crotch area, a damp place. I turn again to my horror book and weigh up the options.
another seat I will not find it. And I would like to be distributed is not either. On the other hand, I feel an retching. I decide that the guy is sure to get in Würzburg. With slippers and without case you do not normally travel so far. The one hour I can stand and do my focus to perceive the body as sweat and moisture to think otherwise of freshly ground coffee.
Würzburg comes. The type sleeping. After all, a short time later, finally comes to the controller, who wakes up the guy and offers me an opportunity to escape to the bathroom.
When I return after a quarter hour, the bags are no longer in the corridor, but to my place. In one of them the guy has clearly visible both my water bottles (one full, one empty) packed, were in the seat pocket in front of me. Me he says "Oh, I'm the warmth of you got out." "Where?" I reply very unfriendly - the train has not even held for Würzburg. I pack the bottles back without comment in the seat pocket.
The House wearer babble Hessian, so far it is clear him that I still have to endure an hour. And yes, it rises not in Hanau, but to me to Frankfurt, where he wishes me a pleasant evening. I also.
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