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Train to Berlin
I am now rushing at high speed from Hanover to Berlin.  The train rocks with the corners.  The bridges sound like rushing water. The forests are thick, tall, straight, brown poles with green tops stretching to the sun.  

I managed to get on the right train - thank you entrance kiosk - sit in the right wagon and in the right seat - thank you the the six foot businessman who spent no time after seeing my ticket.  Politely but authoritatively down there, mid-way.  The Train is going in that direction (no there is a question I didn’t;t think to ask, but it doesn’t matter.  Your seat is your seat regardless which way it faces.
It’s a direct train, but the cattle run.   I remember now:  first class was 7:00 am.  Second Class, no food service, was 10:00 am.  I’d rather go hungry than rush first thing in the morning. I chose 10:00 am. $181.00 Canadian.  Four or so hours.

The cattle run has been quite enjoyable and entertaining - lots of small towns, farms, wonderful architecture of stuccoed small houses.  An amazing variety of people: tattooed, pierced bellies with crop tops; a stately gentleman with long trench coat, long red and a variety of yellow plaid scarf, a fedora -  yes! Really a fedora!  Mum’s with bags of cookies for energetic youngsters. A bearded  business man typing away.  Grandmothers on their way to visit grandchildren for the weekend.  

All the while sun pours in on screen and me.

The views on our way to Berlin.  The photos are from an iPhone against the train window.  The phone does a great job but sun on the windows leave a few glares
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