Day one of the solo leg of my long journey home begins with my favourite sound: footfalls in an empty street.
5.00 am and it’s already light and already too warm, almost.
If I can make the train that leaves Budapest later this hour I could be in Belgrade by nightfall; assuming the necessary ticket kiosks for the necessary trains will be open, and also assuming they accept Apple Pay, and also assuming it won't matter if the world’s windows PCs all turn blue today.
