I like long train journeys because they provide me with the time to read books, magazines and newspapers.
Once, on a train in Germany, I was reading a newspaper or a news magazine. Across the table sat a man who was looking at me from time to time, so I decided to offer him one of my newspapers when he glanced at me again: “Do you want to have one of the papers to read?”
“No, I don’t read newspapers. They are a waste of time.” he replied, a tad too harshly for the occasion, and continued to stare out of the window.
“A waste of time compared with doing nothing?” I asked after a few minutes. The look I earned as a response was something between unfriendly and non-comprehending.
The rest of the journey passed in silence until the non-reader got off the train a few stops later, not without a friendly “Good Bye” from myself.