Gliding along at 222 km/h through foul filthy weather. Cold, lashing rain as night begins to fall over the German countryside. Still another 20 minutes to Spandau. 856pm. Ten minutes to Spandau. A silent train. No one talking. So peaceful, civilised. 243 km/h.
1910 Ten minutes late already after getting stuck at Hamm (as always), we now grind to a halt in the middle of the German countryside—a very waterlogged-looking countryside—halfway to Hannover. As if the journey was not long and arduous enough. Heavy dark grey skies, raining. It will be 930 before we reach Berlin today, and probably 1030pm till I get to the Kanthotel. Quite tempted to get a taxi straight to my hotel, as it is so late. I’ve been travelling since 730 this morning; I can treat myself to a bit of luxury, at the end of the journey.
Berg 5 Altenberg Songs, Salamati, Udo & Jenny Jurgens. Lily Wood, Chakachas. Belgium, Germany and Austria feel like home to me now, I have been here so many times, and had just about all of the highest nights of my life here. London is just the place I work. Since the closure of Carnival Strip 1997, Astral Cinema 1998, Sunset Cinema 2009, Soho Cinema 2013, and then finally the Flying Scotsman 2015, this is certainly true. Berlin feels less of a home since the closure of Mon Cheri etc. Brussels feels less of a home since the closure of Cine ABC, and California. Vienna feels less of a home since the closure of Pour Platin (2010) and loss of floozies from Fortuna Kino (2015). Munich feels less of a home since private dances went up to a ridiculous 50 euros.
This train I have boarded at Wörgl has come from Verona Porta Nuova. How romantic, exotic, thrilling. Leaving from the opposite platform 5 minutes earlier was the train for Venezia. Any train with an Italian destination name on it sounds thrilling. Stunning scenery around Wörgl and Kufstein, where we cross the border into Germany; gutted that my phone died before we got here and I cannot film it. Maybe I SHOULD come back this way before the trains go back to normal (will they ever). Ah found a seat with a charger but my luck it is on the side of the train with the bland scenery; the spectacular scenery is all on the other side; curses! That’s why I didn’t notice it on my way here. Just one more stop, Rosenheim, before we get to Munich. 1339 Rosenheim. Just 51 minutes into Munich. Oh the police have got on and turfed off 6 or 7 refugees without papers sitting right opposite me. We are going to be delayed now.