When the doors to the U-bahn train in Berlin are about to open (or is it close?), a pleasant-sounding female voice intones at every stop:
Phillip Gleiden, bitte.
Who is this mysterious person?
And what will they do when they find him, or her disguised as him?
Sure different than the New York City subways, with the announcer shouting hoarsely something garbled, something like this:
Fawthalanceyeightyseventh Station! Next stop!