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ilating and looking like a refugee because twelve hours can be a long time in travel. Iâd booted down the only unlocked door I could find and staggered down the tracks, frantically drawing on a Gauloise Blonde and crying like a silent screen ingénue. After an embarrassingly short amount of time I was rescued by a German train driver who shunted me back to civilisation on something that wouldnât have looked out of place on Ivor the Engine.  In his own Teutonic way, heâd found the whol