IKEA train
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1 min readAug 12, 2020
Nobody else wanted to climb, especially not grandma.
When we went to the coast with a night train, I always wanted the middle or top bed. It was different, my own little space.
The whole compartment was like a self-contained little house. Lift the table — there’s a washbasin, fold the middle bed you have a place to sit. The sheets always crisp and neat. It all gave me an IKEA feel, before I knew what IKEA was.
All necessities were in the bags, we’d lock the door and it was our private 10-hour mini-world.
