I debark in Essen, main station. My wallet was lightened by 40 euros fine, now I have to relieve my bladder. Without any indirection, I embark towards the next toilet. After the piss, I wait for the express train, but luckily not for long. The train arrives, I enter. I feel relieved and sorted. The book is an invention, a trap. What did the drunk mean by that? Did someone think up something nasty?

An elderly lady joins me in my compartment, makes me think of Grandma Kruse right away. My new travel companion starts to chat, and bores me to death with the latest news from the English, Dutch and Danish Royal Families. With her eloquence, she quickly talked me into a state of leaden tiredness. Suddenly things get weird and she says strange things.

  »Did you know that Lady Di wasn’t dead?«

  »Pardon?« I yawn.

  »Lady Di is alive. Most people don’t know that. And many people don’t know that either...«

  »What don’t people know?«, I ask, not sure if I’m dreaming yet.

  »That the sacred book is an invention... «

When I wake up, the train leaves Bremen. I didn’t see any Osnabrück. Well, you don’t see too much of the forward line of the VFL Osnabrück either. The old lady vanished, but is now substituted by an elderly man, maybe around 60, dressed in a lordly, dark suit. We are alone in the compartment. I cannot help wishing that his seat would have been taken by a curly sexy blonde Hanseatic chick. But sadly, I have to plain put up with the gentleman and thus close my eyes, while sitting here in the second class and dream of first class porn, starring the third-class actress Tina.