He got on at Leicester, we got talking, we got drinking, I did my best to get him on the train to Gatwick Aerodrome. I reckon I watched him building a road with dynamite in Auntie Klaudia’s town of Klaukula(?). I have somewhere to sleep in Vantaa now. 



I took him to Betjemin’s, I bought him a pint, and he smoked 2 cigarettes, and a nice man with a dog lent him a charger for his phone.