Good Company

I’m sitting on a Belgian train, and we have a long way to go. Sitting
opposite me is an Australian lady who is eating cookies non-stop.
On my left a Roma woman with an enormous bosom, her hair as
dirty as mine. She has a kitten with her, a few weeks old and
covered in fleas. The little cat roams through the coupé, meowing
loudly. My hand, with 7 stitches in it, is hidden under a large
bandage (all will be well – little accident). I’m holding my book. A
woman in a beautiful dress has been singing for hours in the coupé
next door. Some company are we!