My German is not as bad as I thought it would be after 20 years of dormancy. On the train to Prague, I understood when it was announced that due to technical issues the train wasn’t going to Prague and passengers traveling to Prague were asked to get off in Schwandorf, go to track one, and wait there for two hours.
Everybody else traveling to Prague this morning was a tourist with some English and no German whatsoever, so I could help other travelers. I’m very proud of myself right now as I sit at the tiny train station in Schwandorf.
The myth about the world-class punctuality and reliability of German trains has been shattered but I don’t mind. It’s an adventure, after all.
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