freak train

we parted with collin and praha amidst a screaming match betweeen gypsies at the train station. that old whodini track about "the freaks come out at night" is none the less true in old world europe. we board our train and take a spot in a compartment amidst three bickering slovaks returning home after a week at the factory, one quiet czech and an old gypsy snorting and muttering to no one in particular. we lock our bags and attempt to catch some z´s. not long after we are awoken by the three slovaks shouting at each other. two of them hail from a town known for their brutal soccer fans, Radka tells me, and they are displeased with the ammount of space the other slovac is occupying on the seat next to them. "move over or risk getting off the train before your stop," would be a nice way to trasnslate their sentiments. moments later i disturb the peace again by mistaking the gypsy´s bag for Radka´s and take it off his seat and put it next to me as he returns from the wc. this does not go over well nor does my vain attemt to explain in english and pantomime. only four and a half more hours to Trinec!