Trouble train, or how I learned that it’s not a good idea to travel or do anything near Dresden on a 13th of February, as a foreigner.
13 Feb. Coming back to Brno from Germany, I had to change the train in Berlin, having only 13 minutes to go from 2nd floor to -2 floor underground and find the right line. Just that, because of the weather the train was 30 minutes late, so all this didn’t matter after all. Had to go and change my place reservation for the next train that would have arrived in 2 hours. But horrible was to see that this train was also late, not 30 minutes this time, but over 110. So, after another one and a half hours I went again down to wait for the train. Die Deutsche Bahn was so nice to give us free hot coffee and tea to the passengers that were waiting in the cold for the very late train. So I asked the coffee lady if she knew what’s the problem with the train. Her answer was that a group of neo-nazi’s were on the lines protesting. She was in a hurry so I had no time to ask her more. But being bored and wanting to practise my deutsch a little more, I went to the “Service Point” lady to ask again, what’s the problem, in a hope that we could have a longer chat. But it seems that this lady was better instructed from Die Deutsche Bahn, because she told me there were some technical problems because of the weather, same thing I was hearing from the loud speakers in the station. Yeah, yeah, blame all your logistics problems on the technique.
Next to me was another girl waiting, that probably also was bored and started talking to me… in Czech 
Because, I quote “you have such a Czech accent when speaking German” and probably also because the train was going to Czech Republic, after all. [funny offtopic: just one night before this, a Romanian friend told me that I have a German accent when I speak Romanian. I think I have problem ]
I didn’t know what’s all the fuzz with the nazi’s, but after I told the Czech girl what the coffee lady told me, she explained that, in 13th of February during the WWII, the city Dresden, trough which our trouble train would have to go after taking us from Berlin, was completely destroyed, and the nazi’s are protesting because, in their opinion, Germany was the victim of the war. So if waiting in the cold wasn’t enough, now I got a little scared. Because like the Czech girl also said, we were not in a good situation. The day, when 65 years ago, Dresden was bombed; a train that was going through Berlin, then Dresden and then right outside of the country to the East Europe… were we, the “unter menschen” are living; and a large group of nazi’s blocking the train lines. Nope, not good.
The Dresden train station was full of police, even SWAT. There were also small groups of skinheads, but they were surrounded by police. So no bombing for our train (yeah, I am dramatic) and in the end we arrived in the Czech Republic safe and sound, maybe just with a little cold.
In rest, the way back was very good and pleasant. I was in compartment with the Czech girl from the station and another Czech man, that both were so nice and talked only in English so that I would also understand and be able to talk back to them. Lisa Ekdahl was also with us, together with some board games.
And speaking of it, I just stumble upon this short movie:
