The train over from Namur was pretty peaceful until we got to the border with Luxemburg. Just before the border, the conductors came around and told those of us in the back few cars that we needed to move forward, as the train was going to leave some cars behind at the last station in Belgium. I grabbed my stuff and moved to the car they had said to go to. As I sat down, I discovered that I had arrived in the under-20 rebel-without-a-cause car. It was full of smoking (banned on the train, but they didn't seem to care), drinking, black-leather wearing teenagers. Now, I'm sure you're all hoping to hear that they started fighting or something interesting like that, but alas, it was just a bunch of (probably) rich Luxemburg kids trying to
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