All about: train ride

March 6-7. What is all this?
We hang out with Malte and the other couchsurfers, but they have other plans, so we part. We then work in Café Royal where Mr. Clinton once came (they still brag about it) to enjoy a decent cup of coffee and a wireless thread to our world.

In the afternoon we bargain a taxidriver ...
October 29. A long train ride.
The next morning I take the train to Diyarbakir. It will take the whole day.

A kid is looking suspicious at my bag. So I take it with me to the toilet, making up some vague excuse to save face. The child is only fifteen and I am obviously misinterpreting his dark staring eyes. ...