These days I had to work in Berlin again – a deja vu! I board the ICE, and I am a wee bit apprehensive (holding my breath). What happens? Nothing happens. Without any unusual occurrences my train moves from Mannheim to Berlin. I am over the moon.
To days later I return from Berlin to Heidelberg – by train, on the famous “Sprinter”. What happens? Absolutely nothing. Apart from a measly 3,5-minute delay. Isn’t life a laugh? What if I had been frustrated enough to book a flight from Frankfurt to Berlin? Good old Deutsche Bahn; sometimes delayed, but at the end of the day reliable.
