Why do Europeans relate to one another so well?
The protagonist is a Swiss. He meets a Portuguese woman on a bridge and saves her. He picks up a Portuguese book, which he finds fascinating, and so he takes a night train to Portugal, meets all these Portuguese people and hear their stories. But with the possible exception of the language gap, which we can't figure out because everyone speaks English, all of them mix so well and understand one another so well, as if nationalities don't matter. Is this the way Europe really is?
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