My son had just dropped me off at the Terminál station. I wanted to buy a bottle of Mattoni to take with me for the onward trip.

Inside the station, roller shutters covered the Relay stand. The Chinese buffet looked like it had gone out of business. The note on the window in the outside kiosk read back at 13.00, but it was already 14.00.

I spotted a drink dispenser tucked under the staircase. It didn’t have what I wanted.