Sat 29 Oct 2005
I was on a train to Warsaw yesterday evening and I went to the bar to eat something. There was not much to choose from on the train buffet’s menu, so I ordered a chicken fillet and sat waiting for it to be prepared. The train wobbled and jumped as it moved ahead, as fast as old carriages and tracks allowed. Since it was already dark there was not much to see out of the window so I looked around the carriage. There was an artificial, 40-something blonde sitting by the next table, her back on me, reading fashion magazines. There was a bespectacled, sweeter wearing man with grayish hair, eating a soup two tables away. He looked English to my eye, but such appearances are misleading.