Ich dachte, es gehört auch hierher

Spot on. If you don’t push the button you may realistically end up in Germany, Belgium, or France.

Back in the days of conscription in France, a friend was living in Metz and was „servicing“ in the barracks of the french foreign legion in Strasbourg.

He spent weekends home and took the last train on Sunday evening to go back to the barracks.

As we were young and wild, we spent the whole weekend partying and more than often he was very drunk and high when he took the train … and routinely woke up in Germany, not speaking one word of german, with no legit train ticket, in the dead cold night of a small train station in Germany, after the last train departed.