I arrived alone, clueless and Russianless. I found my way to a ticket counter. Of course she couldn’t speak any English, but I was prepared. I showed her my note in Russian that said 'I need to go to Germany. This train goes to Germany, but I could only buy a ticket to Poland. Can I please exchange my ticket? Can I please stay on the train all the way to German?. Please', or something like that.
She read the note and left her cubicle. She came back shaking her head ‘Neitze!’
‘Really?' I asked, 'But, but, but I HAVE to get to Germany’ (puppy dog eyes). She left again and came back with her supervisor. She could speak a little English and understood my problem. Unfortunately I couldn’t understand a word she said. But soon everyone around us was laughing at our terrible communication attempts.
Nothing was resolved and my ticket wasn't changed, but I felt better after a good laugh. Deciding 'I'll sort it out in Poland', I went off to buy ice-cream and Guinness instead.
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