Crazy Trains

If someone asks me about a thing that I like but which also makes me furious, my ansewer would definietly be trains. When I say trains I don’t mean the vehicle, of course, but the whole railway company. Lately they used to advertise themselves a lot. Advertisement on the TV and on the internet. They invite you to travel with them and offer excellent condition of the trave;. The problem is that is not always true. They are often unprepared because of several reasons. The biggest problem is that the trains are always late. OK, not literally always, but most of the times, and this is true, not an exaggeration. Other fundamental problem is the weather. It is always a huge surprise. It’s like they never know when the autumn or the winter starts.

I can say that a big part of my free time I spend on the trains. And I always did, since high school. It’s because I always studied away from my hometown. I don’t have a driving license so the trains are the perfect and usually only form of travel. After all this years I even learned how to enjoy the travel by train, how to not get mad for everything (the crowd, unfavorable conditions of travel) and how to deal with people who travels with me. It could sound ridiculous for someone that only a few time was on the train, but people are strange (like Jim Morrison once said) and you never know what new you’ll have to support.

People are one the reasons that drives me crazy. Everything starts at the station. There are the “always late” people, so they run through the station like the patients of the mental hospital. They don’t want to miss the train so they are ready to jump over you instead of waist time on asking sorry, for let them pass. There are also “I don’t know what I’m doing here” people, basicly they stay in the middle of the station asking for help because they don’t know where to go or what to do or where buy a ticket and what kind of ticket. The same kind of people you can easily recognise on the platform because they keep asking “from where gets the train to Cracow” and if this “is the platform 9 for sure”, like the number hanging above their heads was invisible.  Some of them are adorable in all these akwardness, and I always help them. It feels good to share the experience and to give good advices. Maybe because of my kind behaviour and railway tips, someone will leave the car at home and afford themselves a beautiful view from the train. 

Black Sabbath - Crazy train