Sunday, December 18, 2011
FML. on a train.
My flight to Rome gets cancelled because it was snowing in Memmigen. I have to take an 11 hr train from Munich to Rome to get there early enough. I was in a train compartment by myself, and then a girl who was some kind of ambiguous asian and spoke minimal english came in. We closed the compartment door and decided to get some sleep. Then a few stops later, three men get on the train, a bald shady looking Italian, an ambiguous european, and a younger Italian with headphones. The bald Italian says, "Posto? Posto?" He sits down. The ambiguous European leaves the car after some stops. So most of us end up falling asleep. The asian girl was like completely passed out with her mouth open. I'm somewhere in dream land, when I feel a dark shape in front of me. I scream "Hey!" and open my eyes. Next to me is a big African man in one of those shiny bubble jackets. I'm confused, thinking "where did this guy come from?" He looks confused. The train is very dark. I look to my purse which he's holding. Everyone in the train looks at me. They must think I had a bad dream. Because the asian girl and the younger italian go back to sleep. I am frozen. Paralyzed. The bald Italian guy has eyes that know something. He looks mad, and not just because I woke him up. Then the big African guy says something in Italian to the creepy bald Italian. The big African guy runs out of the train compartment and leaves the door open. The bald Italian goes after him. There must've been more of their men on the train. They open a window in the train car and stand by the open door of my compartment. I'm still frozen. It's about 5 am. Everyone is asleep in their own compartments. I want a conductor to come by so bad, but one never comes. I have no idea whether they want to dangle me out of the window or if they're just feeling warm and trying to catch a breeze. I take a moment to check for the most important things in my purse. Still there are my passport and credit cards. Instead the bald Italian closes the window and comes back into the compartment and he sits. He closes the door and shuts the shades. They're looking at me. The big African guy is standing outside the compartment now. Occasionally he knocks on the door signaling the bald Italian. The bald Italian occasionally stands up. He pretends to go to sleep. At times he hides parts of his face when I stare directly at him. But in the window I can see his reflection and how he's staring at me. I still have no idea what to do. I press buttons on my alarm clock thats sitting on the table. It's weird, but this gesture seems to confuse him. There is an asian girl asleep in front of me. I want to protect her, but I have no idea what to do. Then the younger Italian guy apparently wakes up, and he leans all the way forward. He's staring at me too. He stares at the asian girl, and then back at me. I realize he was in cahoots with the other two guys the whole time. This continues for about 45 minutes until we reach the station Firenze SMN. They exit the compartment facing me and their backs turned to the door. The younger Italian guy exits last and looks back at me and says, "Ciao!" I tell the asian girl to turn on the lights and to check her shit for anything missing.