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I’m a train

Albert Hammond. The guy I’m eavesdropping in stems from the era of that song, which is a polite way to say that he’s old. White hair. Travelling with a woman who’s chatting about her kids. They’re talking about flu medicine and foreigners and ditjes and datjes. He looks like a gentleman, distinguished; dressed nicely, I guess he’s active in the medical field. After a lull in their conversation with the train all silent around us he states, pensively: “Ritalin. Usually, when we have dull visitors in the evening, I take some Ritalin. To stay awake during the conversation. 5mg.”. They chatter like nothing’s odd here for a few more minutes – of course, her daughter also takes it when she’s studying for exams. I’m amazed that I’m amazed but this I am.