Chapter 38 Daydream (3)

So this gentleman took out Swiss francs from his wallet, bought a train ticket for me, and said kindly, "There is not much money", and refused to accept my money. Then he took me to the train next to the platform and arranged I sit in the first class seat.He stood on the platform and watched me leave.If I were alone, it would be impossible to get on the train in twenty minutes.I kept waving at him.If an unknown person saw this scene, they would definitely think we are lovers, right?They must not have imagined that this was a woman who had missed her plane saying goodbye to the airport staff.

In this way, I finally arrived at the Bern railway station. Having said so much, until now, my daydreams have not begun. After the train arrived at the station, it drove away quickly.I'm standing on the platform, about to leave.However, my first feeling at this time was "how could such a thing happen".It turned out that I was the only one who got off the long train, and there was no one on the station, so I was the only one standing on the platform of the long Bern station.It was noon in late summer, and the platform seemed to be covered with a white mist, and I stood alone on the platform, an incredible sight.Not only that, but to my bewilderment, I couldn't get out of the platform.There are neither upward steps nor downward steps here, and it is flat at first glance.To my right is the track where the train just left, on the opposite side is a patch of grass, there is also a track on the left but it seems to be out of use now, the track is rusty, the left side of the track seems to be the back of a brick building but there is no access to it past.

"How can I get out?" I want to find someone to ask, but there is no sign of the station staff, and it is quiet everywhere, without a sound.I walked to the middle of the platform, careful not to miss any clues, but found nothing.No matter how attentively I observed carefully, I couldn't find the way to the outside. I really wish I could meet someone. At this moment, I even feel like I am the only one left on this earth.I looked around and finally found a narrow plank on the rusty rails on the left, leading to the platform. "Is this the way?" However, there will be passengers with luggage and old people at the station, and this board seems to be accessible only to acrobats. It doesn't look like an outward passage, and the other end of this board leads to the brick behind the building.I took a closer look and saw a small wooden door on the brick wall. The door was low and narrow, and tall people had to lower their heads to get through it.

"This is too strange!" However, there is only one passage leading to the outside from the platform.I stepped on the plank carefully, trying not to let this fragile plank be broken by me, and finally walked over.No matter how you look at it, the plank doesn't look like it's intended for passengers. After walking through the wooden board, I carefully observed the small wooden door and studied it, but there was nothing written on the wooden door.In any case, let's open the door and have a look first.So, I grabbed the doorknob and pulled it out. Next, I saw an uncle facing me, taking off his pants!When the uncle saw me, he yelled "Wow".Before I could say anything, I quickly closed the door.At this time, I understand:

"I'm daydreaming!" What the hell did I just see? ! I stood blankly outside that small door, and thought again, no matter if it was a daydream or something, there were people there after all, and since there were people, there must be a way to the outside.So I made up my mind and opened the door again.The uncle from just now blocked the front with his trousers and yelled "Wow".But I ignored him and walked inside.I tried not to look at the uncle's body, and asked in English: "Where is the exit?" The uncle just stared at me with wide eyes.The room was a little dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I still intuitively saw the exit door, so I walked towards the exit.In order not to let people misunderstand that I am a thief, I kept asking: "Where is the exit? Where is the exit?" The passage was narrow and long, and the curtains on both sides of the passage were pulled open, revealing the faces of men. There are bunk beds lined up behind the curtain.I finally saw that this was the dormitory for the station staff.The uncle wanted to take a rest, so he took off his pants against the wall, but the door in front of him suddenly opened, and a woman broke in, so he yelled "Wow".I am so sorry for him.And it also disturbs the person who is sleeping.

"Where's the exit? Where's the exit?" I desperately ran out of the dark room. Opening the exit door, a hall appeared in front of my eyes, several times larger than Ueno Station.At this time, my whole body was soaked with sweat. As the man at the airport said, my luggage is already at Bern station.When I arrived at the hotel, I was delighted to find four friends waiting for me, talking and laughing.When they knew I hadn't boarded the plane, they thought I must have been delayed by the fog, so they went to Bern first, went to the baggage claim area, and saw my familiar box on the conveyor belt.

Hearing me say that I "missed the plane", everyone laughed together.I talked about daydreaming, and my friends also found it incredible. The next morning, we went to the Bern train station, ready to climb the Jungfraujoch.To my surprise, this train station actually has a large underground shopping mall similar to Shinjuku Station, from which you can go to the platform via steps.After going up, the scene I saw was the same as yesterday.I took a closer look and found that this was the platform from yesterday, and the narrow plank leading to the dormitory was also neatly placed in place.Everyone asked me in a reproachful tone:

"Why don't you go down the steps?" "But there were no steps yesterday!" I tried to defend myself.At this time, I finally understood the whole story of all this.Also bad luck when I got out of the car yesterday, the railing around the steps down had been taken away due to construction going on so it looked flat everywhere.If I take a few more steps, I should find a passage pointing down.The station is so long that it was my mistake that I didn't walk from one end to the other.But looking at it from a distance, no matter whether you squat down or stretch your neck to look around, you can't see the downward opening. It is flat everywhere, and there is no sign saying "under construction".The next morning, construction workers were working, so it was clear that there was a downward passage.

When Goethe was traveling in Switzerland, he wrote beautiful poems, but I saw the uncle taking off his pants in the Swiss dormitory. It is also going to Switzerland, but different people have such different experiences.