The train from Amsterdam to Basel was rather delayed, somethings that appears to happen more often this summer.
The passengers to southern Germany had to take a train to Nijmegen, change trains in Arnhem, supposedly there a train to Basel was waiting for us.
On the platform in Amsterdam an unknown woman handed me an espresso.
“I saw you,” she said, “I thought, you deserve a cup of coffee.” We exchanged smiles, that was all.
Tomorrow the young Hitler.
Serious invitations for dinner on Saturday will be accepted. Only in St. Pölten and its surroundings.