The eldest sibling (or at least the one that I took to be the eldest) took me downstairs to meet the rest of the family.

There was an awkward moment when neither I nor my mother knew how to greet one another. We ended up bumping faces and sharing a weak hug, each of us sizing up the other, seeking out the family likeness.

I was so tired that I fell asleep in the company of my lost family. When I woke up they had all disappeared – presumably to take the train south again.