Too bad that in total (coming and going) I had to sit in that train for nearly four lousy hours. Some passenger train got derailed again yesterday right in front of the Amsterdam Centraal Station, resulting in chaotic turmoil reverberating throughout the smallish lowlands country.

In the meantime, I could occasionally stare out the window while sawing through the thick paperback novel called Birds Without Wings and travel time was therefore decreased dramatically as I remained submerged in a totally different world.

The world between page six hundred and fifty two and page seven hundred and thirty three.