SHE SAID THE LETTER WAS PERSONAL AND WOULDN’T LET ME TO READ IT...

7.15 in time to catch the 7.25 train to Paris, but there was no hope of that now. I explained the

situations to the ticket collector who advised me to get off two stops before Vienna Central Station

and take a taxi. When the time came, he even helped me with my luggage. He wished me good luck

as I jumped off, and a few minutes late I was racing towards the centre of the city in a taxi. It was

almost 7.25 when we stopped outside the station, paid the driver quickly, seized my bags and hurried

inside. “Paris train?” was all I had time to say to the first official I saw. You could imagine my

disappointment when he pointed to a train that was just moving out of the station at great speed!