“Guten Abend,” he began politely.
I wished him a “Guten Abend.”
Privately I wished him many other things.
“Are you—er—a traveller?” he began slowly.
“Nein, I am only going as far as Gadebusch.”
“Where is your home?”
“In Alt Pokrent,” I answered promptly.
Then he fired questions at me with bewildering rapidity.
“Work there?”
“Ja.”