Well, the thing was, I will never forget, I was in the customs hall, for the first time changed a border, and I was left alone with a customs officer, who wanted to know what happened now in Berlin with the air lift starting. And we talked and talked and were quite happily talking. Presently, a porter came up to me: “Sir, the train is waiting for you”. And then I knew I had come home. I didn’t have a halfpenny; literally I didn’t have a halfpenny. I had all old underclothes, but I know I had come home, I never forget that. Not just the way he had addressed me, the whole atmosphere. Not only that he addressed a beggar as ‘Sir’, but also the fact that he told me, ‘The train is waiting for you’. Imagine another country, ‘The train is waiting for you’!