I was recently in the Munich train station taking pictures of trains pulling into the station; more specifically I was taking a photo of what was once a cute little bird that had smashed to the front window of the train. When I saw that little bird I thought two things: First, this is a dangerous continent if you happen to be a slow bird. Second, this is a surreal image. You'd wait all your life to see a bird squished to the window of a train where I live. I could imagine one sitting on the roof in a folding chair smoking a cigar and sipping a drink perhaps ... but not squished to the window.