"Where did you get it from? And what are you doing hanging about here at this time in the morning?"
"I'm going to wait for the next train to Berlin."
"Well, you won't wait in here;" and with that he slammed the door in my face.
It is very little use to argue with a man who is on the right side of a locked door, so I turned away and walked a little distance along the road by which I had come, and sat down under a tree to wait.
I was cold, intensely weary, and famished with hunger; and although I fought against sleep, nature would not be denied, and I was soon off. The thunder of a train woke me, and jumping up I saw a train running into the station.
I hurried back to the station and the man I had seen before met me at the entrance. "Hullo, you again, is it?" he cried.
"I want a ticket for Berlin."
"That train doesn't go to Berlin. You'll have time to go and wash yourself first"; and he deliberately blocked my way.
As all railway officials were Government servants, I had to be cautious in dealing with him. "Where does that train go, then?" I asked very civilly.
He sneered. "Ah, I thought as much. Anywhere, eh, to get away from this place? But you're not going by it, my friend."