“Are you at the train station?” “Yes, Mr. Taş, I am.” “Wait there.” Mr. Taş hangs up. Cologne, Longerich S-Bahn station, June 17, 2024. 3.9 kilometers by bike to the stadium in Müngersdorf, the sign says, 12.7 to Leverkusen. Yes, this story is a football story. One from Germans and from Turks, about blatant disadvantage and your own path in life. And because this story begins at the beginning of the 20th century, it is also, not insignificantly, about train stations.
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