When I was in college, I went to Europe to see a friend studying in Bochum, Germany.  We landed in Dusseldorf and took the train to Bochum.  And around Bochum. Then to Amsterdam. Then to Munich. Then to Vienna where took a train to Beethoven’s house.  Then we took a train (a very long and boring train) back to Bochum, and we took a train to Paris.  The Metro in Paris was dirty and crowded, but we took it, and went back to Bochum and back to Dusseldorf.

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