When the express train stops in Hamburg, central station, I wake up and find myself alone in my compartment. The preacher has vanished and a little white book is lying on his seat. Hurriedly, I open it. Interesting, really interesting. I stuff it into my traveling bag and jump off the train. The train to Lübeck leaves in a quarter of an hour. It’s time for me to visit the restroom, and on the way a female punk with green hair wants to know whether I would have one euro for her.

  »Need a million myself. No, sorry. I’m kidding. What do I get in return?«, I ask her.

  »In return? Mm, I’ll give you a hot tip that will save your soul from destruction.«

  Her answer makes me curious and I give her the desired euro.

  »Listen« she starts. »There are two Jehovah’s Witnesses outside the station–an old man in a hat and a younger lady than he in a knee-length skirt–they are demonic messengers. The book they recommend is completely fake! It’s completely fake, a diabolical invention! It will lead you to your doom...«

In the toilet, I socialize with a pissing sailor, who is humming the shanty-charts up and down. After he shook off his final drops, he asks, whether I’d know, where one could comfortably shag, reasonably priced, he would need at least a million women. »No idea. Would need something for my bed, myself. But one is enough for me, personally«, I answer.