A young boy had snuck onto a train en route to Berlin. Upon seeing the ticket checker, he slipped under the seat. He couldn’t evade the scanning eyes of the man who bent down and asked in a stern voice, “Show me your ticket, lad.”
With no hope in sight, the boy tore a newspaper and presented it to the collector, declaring it to be his ticket. The inspector said, “You’re an odd duck, you know?” and “Why are you hiding when you have a ticket?”
That day, Wolf Messing, who had run away from his broken family near Warsaw, learned about his mystical telepathic, and persuasive abilities.