Sønderborg: Komrij
I just arrived in Sønderborg, Denmark. The weather is wet and foggy, but the mood is really good. The rail attendent on the way from Berlin to Flensburg looked a lot like the old poet-of-the-people in the Netherlands, Gerrit Komrij, including the glasses. The fact that this is the only thing I remember of six hours of travelling is pretty weird.
