On sunday i caught the train. A local train that from the province goes to the
main town.
I was amazed to find the perfect timing of the train, probably because on
sundays there is not a big mess and it is easier to schedule.
The booking office was closed, because it was sunday. The automatic ticket
machine was broken. That's not a news, i noticed this situation since years,
the few times that i have to catch the train. Ticket office closed and ticket
machine broken. I go to the bar of the station and they tell me that the ticket
has to be bought on the train. I knew that, but every now and then they change
those rules, so i wanted to make sure. So, i had to walk all along the train to
find the conductor to buy the ticket. Okay...
The really disgusting thing was the condition of the train itself. Dirty,
filthy and stinky.
To me it was not that big drama because i catch the train seldom and i can bear
it. But i can imagine those people that everyday catch that train in order to
go to work, surely very busy and late. I remember when i was a commuter too, on
a different line. Those were the conditions. Late and dirty trains.
I think that it is a matter of respect for the workers. Those ones that make
the Italian economy, moving like animals in cattle-wagons twice a day, once to
go and once to come back. Well, those people deserve a better respect.
But not. They develop the big projects. Wonderful trains, very fast, on brand
new railways, to transport those characters in jacket and tie that enjoy that
economy produced by the workers on the cattle-wagons.
Let's give all the comforts, to those tied-ones, air conditioning, hostesses
with tiny mini-skirts. High-speed-train? Wouldn't be better to spend those
money in improving the bad service for the workers, instead?
And you all, what kind of relationship do you have with trains?
Showing posts with label Commuters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Commuters. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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