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permitted to travellers by the thoughtful management of Deutsche Bundesbahn. I don't know precisely why,
but I found this hugely repellent. I have no especial objection to pornography, but in a station? There was just
something so seedy about the idea of a businessman stopping off at the end of the day to watch twenty
minutes of heaving bonking before catching the 17.40 to his home and family in Bensberg, and there was
something seedier still in the thought of a national railway endorsing it.
Just then the huge timetable board high above me went
chickata chickata
in that appealing way of
theirs, announcing an express train to Amsterdam. 'Hold that train!' I muttered, and scurried off to the ticket
window.
