TRAVELOGUE
We’ll begin traditionally, like any staff correspondent worth his salt.
The only difference being that every staff correspondent writes his impressions about a fortnight before leaving, but I had no time and I have to write now, having arrived at my destination.
I’ll skip how I drove to the railway station. Firstly, it won’t interest you, and secondly, I didn’t drive, I actually walked, being constantly on the lookout for anyone who might swipe my bundle from the trolley. So during this time there were no impressions, apart from ‘the bundle’. And a bundle is only a bundle.
Then came the impressions.
I was quite impressed by two threatening questions from a rather tough-looking woman standing on the steps of the carriage, holding a yoke in her hands.
The first question was:
