I look down at my feet. The sandwich I just bought in the Salzburg train station is on the floor split in half like a butterfly pinned to an exhibit canvas. With two minutes to go before my train departs, I grab the top and bottom half of the roll and carefully scoop up the cheese from the sticky ground.
I hear my mobile phone ring and quickly reach for my backpack. Unzipping the top compartment to the bag, I fumble around with my phone trying to swipe the display and answer it without removing my gloves.