Trains

How oddly appropriate that we entered Poland by train.  We arrived tired, dirty, kvetching....  This was our third (and last) train ride.  On this trip, we were three to a sleeper car.  We had small bunks, a smelly bathroom down the hall, and even coffee or tea and rolls in the wee hours of the morning.  Sleep was difficult for most of us - impossible for some.  I tried to let the movement of the train lull me.  Yet, no matter how much we complained, many of us thought of the relative luxury in which we arrived as we mimicked the lives of some German Jews - Germany east to Prague/Terezin and then farther east ....