So, someone gets on the train. His name is Müller, a simple name, but it can be emphasized in such a way that he is not just any Müller, but indeed Müller. Is it really necessary for me to travel with this Mr. Müller, wonders Peter Bichsel, and already we, the readers, are on the train and with the author in the full compartment, second class, smoking, observing, noting, thinking along with him, watching the travelers, and we won't be getting off anytime soon, because traveling by train is something truly important for Peter Bichsel. Many of his stories, drafts for columns, interventions, and interjections arise here, and quite casually he clarifies his philosophy of train travel: "The art of train travel is the art of waiting, and therein lies the true gain of time, that one does not have to reach Zurich, but rather to expect it." There are some in train travel.