I love this country. Everything looks so perfect. Like a huge shopping mall. And it all works. I ask for a train ticket for Bike and me and Bike gets his very own, printed out specially in its own pastic wallet. He was so chuffed.
And he even has his own carriage, Number 7. The sign on the platform says exactly where each carriage will stop so no desperate last minute running to the other end when the train arrives. Now I can relax. As long as I get the right train. Two intercity expresses arrive on the same platform within 4 minutes of each other. Imagine that!
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