Zurich, and the Night train to Prague

Talk about spooky.
The unfriendly companions I had combined with the shabby train should have warned me about this... but no. I took on the couchette to Prague with the remaining elation of a chance meeting with a friend in Zurich.
My friend Christa (who lives a 20min train ride away) was just happening to step out of the picture theatre as I was perusing the list of films. "Matthew!" I heard, and to my amazement, she had been in Zurich for a hair appointment and was killing time at the movies. It was like Fate's kind hand had passed over and delivered us each the gift of the other's company for the afternoon. So we had a luncheon, a catchup and a promise to meet anew on my way back from the East.
But once again to the Night Train. I am asleep, used to the occasional slamming halts as the train stations... when the Vienna carriage dismounts it feels like a wreck! The whole train reels and shudders, the booms of deep metal rattling the bones of the fretful sleepers. An old drunk Swissy has left his couchette to spend the night in the bar. More than once I awake to a creep stealing into the compartment and rifling through his stuff. Each time I turn to see what they're up to they flee, but with a nonchalance suggesting they know I'm not going to confront them. Once I awake when a mini torch is pointed through the window at my head. I turn to see who's doing it and it is gone. An0ther creep, scoping out an easy target. My sleep is fitful and uneasy. Morning breakfast comes, rolls and jam, and I wolf it and return to a better snooze, now that controllers and police are moving about. Thus like till Prague...