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Preeti Verma Lal - The machine is finished. It goes no further….” the driver said, his throaty inflexion adding to the purr of the dying engine. The train had hissed its last breath somewherebetween Frankfurt and Luxembourg. “Go to next stop at Trier, Germany’s oldest city. Or run to the next platform, that red train goes to Luxembourg,”he said. I looked at my Eurail Global Pass, the 6x3 inch beige pass with my name in sans serif which could take me to 21 countries, but before I could throw a dart on the map ... 