On our way to Frankfurt. Half-full train, maybe a bit more. My eyes very very tired. Three hours to Frankfurt. Change. Then 3 hours + to Munich. A lot more people getting on here at Gare du Nord. I just dread crossing the German border at Aachen and having the German customs guards pulling me out of my seat again. Making me turn out my bag in front of everyone, turn out my pockets in front of everyone, swabbing my hands in front of everyone; so embarrassing. And of course I am the most suspicious-looking person on the whole train.