Re: Chapter 5 - The World's Most Communist Violin (May 31, 1967)
Part of this diverse rake of carriages, although only three times a week, was a carriage of the Compagnie internationale des wagons-lits et du tourisme, the international company best known for services like the Orient Express. The communist takeover east of the Iron Curtain had seen its services there nationalised, but a couple of their services crossed over, including a single Paris-Prague sleeper, with eleven compartments each carrying up to two passengers.
Hannes had forked out the $46 dollar supplement to have the compartment with berths 7 and 8 all to himself. It wasn't exactly the biggest room he'd ever stayed in, containing two fold-down bunks that converted to make a sofa during the day, a small seat and a table. The interior was a deeply elegant wooden affair and the floor smartly carpeted. His luggage was placed in a steel rack above him.
There were two toilets each end of the corridor and Hannes shared a washroom with the (empty) compartment next door. The CIWLT attendant was sitting at the end of the corridor to his left, looking at his watch, calculating how long he had until the least pleasant part of the trip, namely an encounter with the Czechoslovak border officials.
The dining car sat in front of Hannes in case he wanted any food or drink; and a French couchette carriage was coupled behind him.
Most of the people in this carriage had detrained at Frankfurt or Nuremberg; apart from the attendant, there was an old couple three compartments down. They'd kept themselves very much to themselves and the man seemed to be rather deaf. But the attendant had been pretty friendly and they'd swapped stories of past trips. Whether Hannes had told the truth was something only he knew.
As the train rattled through the Bavarian countryside, the point of danger was now approaching for everyone.