While I await the arrival of the train, I am enjoying looking at how moving clockwise from the station, how slowly elapses minute and runs fast life.
Ourense Empalme. A bunch of bankrupt railroads the sleeping city, the communications hub that ties and unties the roads iron, where trains are disengaged, track changes and reattach again to the west or south, it does not matter where the cars add and subtract, multiply and suitcases full of spirits huddle towards North or East, goods, gifts back home, vacation, or perhaps as finally, on a voyage without return.
turn off the light in my apartment and I sleep in the bunk. I try to sleep inside a raucous mixer. As I fail, I go for a walk in the vans. In the café, the waiters prepare orders. Long-distance train. Many sighs by high speed, Ourense - Madrid in less than three hours, but that speed will inevitably result in the disappearance of night trains. The dining car is now just a memory of what was in the past, coal stove, with chef and fucking who produced succulent meats, the opposite of this carousel of prefabricated foods which we are accustomed today, plasticized, canned, packaged vacuum snacks each day are more like fast food from airplanes. The land to sea and sky for birds.
In my teens, crossed Spain from side to side in old long-distance trains it took nearly a day to reach its destination. Escay seats, wood windows, tinted by the weather, even reviewers with owners of these fascinating little machines cutting the bills, that the way they ate a tiny triangle of paper and around a small circle. The provident and thrifty passengers were taking home food for the trip. Suddenly, the train was crowded with the scent of tortillas and chorizo \u200b\u200bsandwiches, with the smell of Farias and freshly peeled oranges, with the voice of the street vendors who plied the cars announcing Astorga muffins and donuts aniseed, and even the boots came a passenger hanging outside the window for the red be kept fresh.
courageous journey started from, ready to bear what chance we had provided for the occasion, who will be my seatmate, a beautiful girl with the handkerchief soaked in eau de toilette, a plump gentleman snorer, a mother who barely get tame her extensive brood, or restless that entered and left the bay a dozen times to throw a cigarette to make him sleep more bearable and less tiresome journey. I remember then did not sell as many anti-anxiety drug ...
At dawn, just before sunrise, in a careless moment I dropped the handset between the bunk and the wall. When I finally got it back, the lights of the city we spotted in the distance. End of the line.
turn off the light in my apartment and I sleep in the bunk. I try to sleep inside a raucous mixer. As I fail, I go for a walk in the vans. In the café, the waiters prepare orders. Long-distance train. Many sighs by high speed, Ourense - Madrid in less than three hours, but that speed will inevitably result in the disappearance of night trains. The dining car is now just a memory of what was in the past, coal stove, with chef and fucking who produced succulent meats, the opposite of this carousel of prefabricated foods which we are accustomed today, plasticized, canned, packaged vacuum snacks each day are more like fast food from airplanes. The land to sea and sky for birds.
In my teens, crossed Spain from side to side in old long-distance trains it took nearly a day to reach its destination. Escay seats, wood windows, tinted by the weather, even reviewers with owners of these fascinating little machines cutting the bills, that the way they ate a tiny triangle of paper and around a small circle. The provident and thrifty passengers were taking home food for the trip. Suddenly, the train was crowded with the scent of tortillas and chorizo \u200b\u200bsandwiches, with the smell of Farias and freshly peeled oranges, with the voice of the street vendors who plied the cars announcing Astorga muffins and donuts aniseed, and even the boots came a passenger hanging outside the window for the red be kept fresh.
courageous journey started from, ready to bear what chance we had provided for the occasion, who will be my seatmate, a beautiful girl with the handkerchief soaked in eau de toilette, a plump gentleman snorer, a mother who barely get tame her extensive brood, or restless that entered and left the bay a dozen times to throw a cigarette to make him sleep more bearable and less tiresome journey. I remember then did not sell as many anti-anxiety drug ...
At dawn, just before sunrise, in a careless moment I dropped the handset between the bunk and the wall. When I finally got it back, the lights of the city we spotted in the distance. End of the line.
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