There are frequent delays on AVE and other trains in Spain these days due to various works. The word works has always been attracted to the word infinite. Bathroom renovations, kitchen renovations, highway construction or Central pedestrianization works are endless.
-Which Center?
No matter, the center of any city is always under review, repaving, pedestrianization or pipe upgrades.
Life is all about avoiding or contracting permanent jobs. Like someone who has a disease: I’m in the thick of things. I have work to do at home. It’s like someone declaring they have bedbugs or fireflies. Works change our mood. And the toilet. Or travel time. There are delays in the AVE, and the person with more time manages to finish the novel he is reading, which he still planned to finish on the return trip. You arrive late, but bookstores do more business; You’ll have to buy another book. The view is seductive but no one is looking at it. Castile’s vast plains, olive groves, urban centers, scattered houses, villages or towns do not attract the attention of ordinary travelers, at least in my car, those who are busy on their mobile phones or have a laptop. open. Maybe they’re working, dating, or chatting. They either read Quevedo or write a report. There will be no report of the landscape that escapes them, like the color of the sunset, or the moon that seeks passage escapes them. It escaped me, too, but now that I’ve finished reading the novel and my phone’s battery is low, I look at it like someone looking at two-day-old donuts in the fridge. Delays lead to gossip, chatter, complicity, and are you late for a meeting? A man complains that he has a medical appointment, and a very young girl looks helpless, perhaps unaware that she has more time ahead of her. The hugs on the platform are delayed, and the person waiting gets fed up and instead of giving his lover a ten-intensity hug, he will give him a seven-intensity hug. Therefore, the epic and poetic moment of reunion will be resented. Argument.
Perhaps a father waiting for his son at the station will find that his tension increases as he thinks about what the parking lot where he left his car will be like if the train does not arrive. The chances of each traveler will be re-ranked. The cheerful student who would have met on the escalators if the train had arrived on time will no longer be able to meet the beautiful young woman he will fall in love with and the old man who will be crushed under the train. Leaving the station will avoid a drunk driver who might hit someone else in the suburbs. Fluke. Forever.