The boy from Bulgaristan
I spent Tuesday in Dusseldorf with my German colleagues, discussing our new acquisition in Poland. It is about two hours by train, had a nice sleep on the way there.
On the way back, the train was half empty so I was a bit annoyed to see someone sleeping in the seat which had been reservied for me... so I moved up a few seats and was just making myself comfortbale when a Chinese woman came along and told me that I was now sitting in her seat.
So I moved on to another free seat and now I was sitting near a Spanish man who was putting his feet on the setas and snoring and then shouting at his wife sitting behind him... not much fun.
So I move up some more seats and all of a sudden I come across a group of young men from Bulgaria or what I now like to call Bulgaristan and they provided all the entertainment I needed on my way back to Utrecht, where I had a perfect connection to the Amstel Station, from where I cycled back home.
This chap looks so much like a character from a Piero della Francesca fresco.