Back in Cologne again. My itinerary (put together by me) allowed time for an early dinner in the Funkhaus.
How spoiled I am. There is a boy of about 12 taking responsibility – linguistically and probably practically – for a bemused-looking man I assume is his father. The ticket inspector has just told them that they should not be in first class. Not surprisingly, the boy didn’t have the worldly knowledge to realise this when they boarded, so they have now headed towards second class. The linguistic helplessness of the man has made the child into the responsible person and increased the man’s passivity.
It may eventually prove to be character-forming for the child, but it looks character-deforming for his father.
I see that there is a direct train from Hamburg to Interlaken. Goodness, that must be quite a journey!