S-Bahn home from home




An old Russian woman was arguing loudly with an imaginary foe sitting opposite her. She got louder and louder and louder until she was yelling at the unfortunate foe, who must have been giving some very inadequate responses.
The aul’ wan was on the verge of exploding when we all got off at the same stop – me, the young lad, Jenny, who’d met us at the airport after our week at home, the dog, and the two Spanish punks looking after him.
The poor aul’ dog must have been wondering what kind of madhouse he’d ended up in. Well, pooch, this is Berlin, where everyone is barking. Welcome home.
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