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In Katowice I couchsurfed in the home of a really nice person. I was treated to sauerkraut, tea and sweet dates as I ate my dinner. Then I basically crashed on the couch and slept like a log until my alarm rang.

Yes, I was a horribly boring house guest, I’m sure. This was after my visit to Auschwitz-Birkenau, but my host had great understanding for my low mood and I felt really grateful. Together we discovered that I had booked a train, not a bus as I had thought, for my journey to Berlin the following morning. And I just never get tired of gazing out at landscapes passing by through train windows.

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