I am on a train to Budapest, feeling very optimistic about arrival. I have an apple, banana, green tea and chocolates which I bought to cure hunger and boredom and to get rid of some of these heavy schillings in my pocket.

We are in the Hungarian countryside, passing small cottages, trees and farms. The weather is still surprizingly wonderful. We are are very lucky. I hope the scary uniformed border control police don't make me pull out my passport one more time. My pocket is going to wear out!

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