happened last week, but I have not had time comment so far. Here is the story of what happened to an acquaintance, which shows that in this world is not lacking monsters
me share with you something that happened in RENFE, the near-Castellon Valencia at 11:30 am of February 14, 2009. It's actually a typical situation in the vicinity of Castellón. There was an older man, somewhat overweight. He was a teenager hat, sunglasses, shoes, tracksuits and a great coat. He carried an old suitcase and large bags. Was not particularly dirty and had a big white beard that betrayed his age. Called attention to the curiosity of his pint. The man was silent, without disturbing one, in one of those seats next to the doors of the car, quiet on the rattle of the train. He spent the controller just as the train was stopped at a deserted station. The people saw in the distance. The reviewer was a slim, young, scowling. He asked the ticket. The Lord began to look for him among his great coat. Reviewer immediately triggered a lever above the door, opened the door and heard a beeping alarm. The minute came two orangutans. Two guards jury. One black (probably in an attempt to demonstrate that corporate security guard is not a racist group.) "It takes ten minutes looking for your ticket" said the Controller. It was a lie. Just ask him, but it was a favorable situation since the train was stopped at a station. The old man said nothing. The same can not understand them. Among the three train pulled her suitcase and bags. After lowering helped step by step, the stairs of the train. It was clear that the man had mobility problems, probably because of their age. He said nothing. The train pulled out, leaving the old abandoned at that stop, with a blazing sun. I had a strange feeling of compassion, empathy, sadness and frustration to see that. It's that feeling you get when you stand back a little and think, what a shitty world. Riffraff and petite fuck petite democracy.
The reviewer continued to call tickets. And it came to me. "The Ticket" he said. I showed it. "'Mu' well," he confirmed. "Well, no." I said "well as I do not think that person has pulled the train." "The train tracks, the catenary and trains are procured by the state and everyone should have the right to travel, to move. I give a damn if the man had a ticket or not." "If not you take it to Castellón and there you study that has happened, but it is not normal and train echéis, a helpless old man could hardly move." "Mind what you care about," he said. "It matters to me and this is a thing called humanity." Just stopped train at the next station. Lever action again: "Well, now you get off." "I'm not going to fall, I bought my ticket and I get to Castellón Castellón. The minute they were both orangutans. "He had his feet on the seat," said the Controller. It was a lie. "Get off the train," said one of them. I do not think. It all happened so fast. Suddenly a man began shouting: "The boy is right, leave it alone." "Leave me alone" I insisted, I just said that we must have some humanity and it appears that this controller is having a bad day. "Aa The reviewer began to notice how people say things. Pressed by those Powered voices again the lever and the train started, continuing to walk. One of the orangutans I asked the DNI. But I had it not because giving. I'm not going to give. Immediately pick up the phone and called the security guard of the civil guard Nules "is here a man who does not teach me your ID, so in the hope you Nules stop, gets off the train and encargáis ye him." Suddenly I had become a dangerous offender. The intention was not to teach them the DNI, the intention was to throw me out of the train with some reason. At the end I show the ID card and pointed to the data. I had no desire to stay lying on Nules. 'You're smart and you'll get a penalty, "he said the controller. 14 years I've been taking the train from Valencia to Castellón and I've never been anything like it. 'I'll pay the penalty, but bad enough you have to have a job where ye lay helpless people does no harm to anyone on the train. There is a thing called humanity. You are brave tiny facts. "
was thinking that I threw at the end of the train, or hit me or anything. Only I paid an unfair penalty. But just because I said, politely, I thought. For the final analysis and fortunately, I defend myself.
VampyS
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