Instead I rode the S-Bahn until the Jannowitzbrücke station, and then switched to the U-Bahn, which is effectively a transition from Heaven to Hell. The S-Bahn is overground and heated in the winter. The seats are arranged into small compartments, an anachronism in which one might conceivably have a Strangers on a Train–type encounter. The U-Bahn is underground and more reminiscent of the atmosphere of Midnight Express, poorly lit, with plastic patterned seats. It is full of heroin addicts with swollen hands who pace up and down the rattling corridors on the catwalk of the doomed.
