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Poul Nielsen stepped off the gangway and onto the pier, his eyes squinting in the bright sunlight. After twelve long days at sea, the port of Hamburg was a welcome sight. He turned to his companions, Jonathan Axelsen and Amelia Weiss, who was standing beside him, taking in the bustling port with wide eyes.

The trio had departed from New York\'s Lower Manhattan, aboard the luxurious line, which promised to take them on a journey of a lifetime. Twelve days had passed in a blur of deck games, decadent meals, and breathtaking ocean views. But now, as they set foot on the docks of Hamburg, they were greeted with a new adventure and unknown territory.

The port was alive with activity, with merchants hawking their wares and passengers disembarking from various ships. The air was thick with the smell of salt water and the sounds of sailors shouting and whistles blowing. Poul led the way, his hand on his valise as they made their way through the throngs of people.

Poul looked around the bustling port, trying to get his bearings. He spotted a sign for the train station and gestured for Jonathan and Amelia to follow him as they made their way through the crowd of people and carts. The air was filled with the sounds of vendors calling out their wares, the clatter of horses\' hooves on cobblestone, and the murmur of people speaking in various languages.

As they reached the train station, Poul let out a sigh of relief. He had been worried they might miss the train to Berlin, but they had arrived with enough time to spare. They purchased their tickets from the bustling ticket counter and made their way to the platform, their suitcases rolling behind them.

As they waited for the train to arrive, Poul took the opportunity to observe his surroundings. The station was a grand structure, made of red brick with arches and domes, and large glass windows that allowed the sunlight to flood the space. The train tracks stretched out before them, disappearing into the distance, and he could see steam rising from the locomotives.

​ The sound of a whistle blew, and the train pulled into the station with a loud screeching noise. Poul led his companions to their assigned seats in the first-class carriage, which was elegantly appointed with plush seats and wood paneling. They settled in and watched as the train began to move, the scenery outside the window changing from the bustling city to the rolling countryside.

He turned to Jonathan and Amelia, who were both engrossed in the passing scenery outside. "Once we arrive in Berlin, we are going to check in to our hotel right? What was the name of the hotel?"

Amelia turned her face and looked at Poul. "I have made reservations with Hotel Adlon, it\'s one of the high-end hotels in Berlin."

Ah, Hotel Adlon," Poul said, nodding in approval. "I\'ve heard it\'s quite a luxurious establishment. It will be a welcome change from the cramped quarters of our office."

Jonathan leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "What can we expect from this hotel, Ms. Weiss?"

Amelia smiled. "Well, it\'s known for its opulent décor and high-end amenities. They offer exquisite dining experiences, and the service is said to be impeccable. It\'s also located in a prime location, right next to the Brandenburg Gate."

Poul leaned back in his seat, his mind already wandering to the prospect of a comfortable bed and a good meal. "Sounds perfect, though I wonder if they\'ll take in my kind. As you can see, I have silver hair."

"Don\'t worry, Mr. Nielsen. I already informed them about your background, and they were fine with it," Amelia said reassuringly.

"Are you sure about that?" Poul asked.

"Absolutely," Amelia replied with a reassuring smile. "The Hotel Adlon is known for its discretion and respect for privacy. Besides, Berlin is a modern city, and people from all backgrounds are welcomed there."

Poul nodded, feeling relieved. He knew that even in the late 19th century, prejudice and discrimination were still rampant in some parts of the world. He was glad to know that they would be welcomed at the hotel.

As the train chugged along, the scenery outside the window continued to change. They passed through picturesque villages and lush forests, with occasional glimpses of farmland and small towns. Poul watched the passing scenery with interest, noting the differences between the landscapes of America and Europe.

After several hours, the train began to slow down, and they could see the outline of buildings in the distance. They stood up and gathered their belongings, and they made their way to the exit. As they stepped onto the platform, the noise and bustle of the city hit them like a wave.

They looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of Berlin. The city was alive with activity, with people bustling about their daily lives. The streets were lined with elegant buildings and shops, and the air was filled with the sound of horses\' hooves on cobblestones and the chatter of people speaking in various languages.

Amelia hailed a carriage, and they climbed aboard, the driver whisking them away to the Hotel Adlon. As they pulled up to the hotel, Poul and Jonathan\'s eyes widened in amazement. The building was a grand structure, with towering columns and elaborate stonework. He could see people coming and going, dressed in their finest clothing, and they knew that they were in for a truly luxurious experience.

As they entered the lobby, Poul and Jonathan were struck by the opulence of the surroundings. The floors were made of polished marble, and the walls were adorned with ornate tapestries and paintings. The reception desk was staffed by impeccably dressed clerks, who greeted them warmly.

Amelia approached the desk and gave her name, and the clerk nodded, checking his ledger. "Ah, yes, Ms. Weiss. Your rooms are ready, and your luggage has been brought up. If you would follow me, I will show you all to your quarters."

Poul and Jonathan followed Amelia, their eyes wide with wonder. They climbed the grand staircase, which led to a corridor lined with doors. Amelia\'s room was the first one they came to, and the clerk opened the door, revealing a spacious and elegantly furnished suite.

Poul let out a low whistle of appreciation. "At least this one is better than Hotel Astoria."

"You are right about that," Jonathan added, looking around the room.

The interior of the room was styled with great attention to detail, with soft and sumptuous carpets underfoot, and furnishings that exuded a refined and sophisticated ambiance. The large windows boasted a magnificent vista of the lively city streets below, and the distant hum of carriage wheels and the bustle of city life carried up to the room, providing a sense of immersion in the urban energy of Berlin.

"I like the room," Amelia said as she stepped inside and looked around.

"I\'m glad that you liked it, ma\'am. Why don\'t we escort these two gentlemen to their room as well?" the clerk suggested, gesturing towards the door at the end of the hallway. Poul and Jonathan followed the clerk down the hall, their eyes taking in the beautiful décor of the hotel.

As they reached their room, the clerk opened the door, revealing a similarly luxurious space. The room was furnished with tasteful and sophisticated pieces, from the intricately carved wooden bed frame to the comfortable armchairs and the elegant writing desk. The curtains were drawn back, allowing sunlight to stream into the room, and the view outside was just as breathtaking as the one from Amelia\'s room.

Poul and Jonathan looked around in awe, impressed by the level of luxury that the hotel had to offer.

"This is incredible," Jonathan said, grinning from ear to ear.

Poul nodded in agreement. "It certainly is. Thank you for arranging this, Ms. Weiss."

Amelia smiled. "Of course, gentlemen. I always aim to make sure that my superiors are well taken care of."

"Well, let\'s take a rest first and in the afternoon, we explore the city, shall we?" Poul said before jumping on the bed. He could feel a sinking sensation as he settled into the soft mattress, and he let out a contented sigh.

"Fine by me," Jonathan agreed.

"Very well, Mr. Nielsen."