Nicolas Giliberti and his son, on the train from Paris

I am fine, I had a very amazing trip here, I could right a book about it.
The caretaker here of the apartment is an Italian women who speaks good english, her name is Pucci Ligresti, she gave me a brand new laptop with an American key board to use, my laptop is locked.
She is about 60 years old, she lived on Maui from the late 60,s to early 70,s. She said she was a hippie at the time and used to hangout at the health food store in Wailuku ! Vicki must have met her.
She took me to a friend of hers who is a computor geek to work on my laptop.She knows evrybody in town and how to get things done.Their is wifi in the apartment that works great, they apartment is very nice, like the pictures.
She said she would get me a chip for my European cell phone so I could make calls to USA for just pennies a minute.
The train stations in Paris were jammed with people, evrybody leaving, you know August in France.
I traveled in a 6 person compartment 2nd class, it had a very nice couple about 40 years old with 3 children, oldest 10, the baby 18 months who mostly cried, and smelled like urine. I did not speak to them in english when I got on, they thought I was Italian. They must of had 8 pieces of luggae.
Then a young French girl arrived in the compartment with her 3 peices luggage, I had my suit case, the big soft bag I bought in Trapani and my FBI bag. I had wore my pants that have zippered pockets all over them, I put my passport of any thing of value on me.
When the take your tickets , they take your passports too, the give you passports back just before you get off.
Their was luggage all over, 2 of the upper bunks were open with the 2 older kids on them. It was "almost first class" we were next to the dinning car ! I went to the dinning car, but
if you did not make reservations you could not sit there.
I packed my FBI bag with toilet paper, food and basil, and other wild spices I collected in Jugon. It was quite a site in the compartment and on the train in general, the train had no changes for the trip, but it was not the TGV high speed train.
About 10 PM , Nicolas the french father ,opened all the bunks, 3 levels each side, the young french girl would get out to smoke everytime the train stopped. I was at the bottom level on one side, with about 8 inches above my head, but I was able to sleep, but could not turn over it was very narrow,

At about 3 AM they woke up their was someone in the compartment talking and pointing upward, he was speaking french and italian and told me to get up.It was an Italian policeman, he was pointing to all the luggae and saying something. I said in english I dont understand what you are saying,
he did not speak english. Nicolas translated that he was asking which was my bags. Then the policeman took out the bags that belonged to the young french speaking girl. I stepped outside the compartment and looked down the end and a couple of other policeman wre looking at some plastic bags of white powder. Then I realized the young french girl was not there, she apparently had drugs and they caught her.
After they took her bags out, I stepped back in the compartment, I looked around and my FBI bag was missing ! I told Nicolas and he went down to the end of the car and told the policeman. He brought it back, he said the young girl had taken it. The policeman took her away, we never saw her again. Icould not sleep any longer.
Nicolas and the baby walked to the dinning car, which was closed , we sat there and talked for a long time.
He told me he was raised on a chicken farm of his father in southerm France, after he met his wife , from school days, they moved to Paris. They never married, he works for a company in the computor industry and live there. They were on there way to Florence where he sister lives, they are going there for 10 days, she has a big house and pool.
Nicolas said that when ever I come back to Paris I should stay with them.