But how beautiful the 'summer! Right in the middle of the cold, the summer you bitterly regret who, like me, prefer to die rather than go crazy from the heat frozen. It can not anymore. The beauty is that, when the morning I go to the station to catch the train that brings me to Empoli, the temperature is always quite natural fiber: the 'waiting for the regional will be even longer when it drops below zero degrees and it starts to snow bad.
Then when I get on the train, the situation does not improve at all. Indeed. The heating never works properly (c 'is considered very lucky if the temperature is warm for a few minutes before falling again in spades), the delays are exhausting all' agenda and the unexpected always behind ' corner. In short, just a nice 'ambientino.
I can not even turn a blind eye, while you 'hours and twenty minutes of time that separates me from Empoli, since the' cold air from the floor of the coach is able to penetrate through the sole of the boots and your feet freeze. Stuff you would not believe, nothing but sleep. However, even in the unlikely event that I can fall asleep, we would think my phone to wake up: the alarm is being felt increasingly and relentlessly to 06:35, more or less when the train stops near the station of the Holy Cross on ' Arno, this way I have time to wake up just enough to wear a polar giubbottone, take the bag that holds inside my precious notebook and prepare for landing at Empoli, where there are other commuters waiting to board.
And here it happens one of the most puzzling paradoxes of my life, to the point that each day I renew my question: "... But these assholes never will understand that until you dodge (and not make us get off the train), not even their can get on board? Why do wall as in volleyball? Why do I waste time ?...?" And so on.
As a rugby player direct to the goal, breaches the sordid human wall unexpectedly and I can reach the nearby newsstand, where I can peek at the titles of the posters the major local newspapers.
With one worthy of the best slalom skier Alberto Tomba at the time of 'gold, one after the jump' all the other loops that stand between me el 'exit, managed to buck the square opposite the bus stop. For the uninitiated, this is one of the points where the skin daily risk - because of the many pirates of the road, instead of stopping when they see someone cross the pedestrian crossing, crush the 'accelerator and it matters little (for them) if in this way can kill someone ... (Continued)
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