The best public transport stop in the whole of Zurich to spend the night at. During this time, in the pouring rain, I managed to get scared of local gopnik, communicate with a homeless man in two languages, and listen to the monologue of an eccentric black woman in German. If it hadn't been for the cigarette case that I accidentally bought in Andorra and put in it the cigarettes that she deftly delivered from there, I think I would have listened to her monologue until 6 a.m. But it's good that the local road workers decided to move the tram rails all night, it helped me stay awake.
The best stop in my life.