I almost didn’t make it in time when I boarded the Berlin Express from Gare du Nord in Paris. It had been the day from hell. The meeting had been long and tedious, and on top of that my boyfriend had decided to dump me again. I wondered how long it would be this time.
Thankfully, I had booked a cabin, so I would be able to undress and relax before my next meeting in Berlin the following day. After squeezing passed other passengers, and having to apologise several times, I reached cabin 347.
I closed and locked the door behind me, threw my briefcase on the table and yanked my tie loose. It felt such a relief to undo the top button of my shirt. I flopped onto the seat and kicked off my shoes. I didn’t even bother to undo the laces.