Last Tuesday I went to Venice to do my first university exam. Historic moment to say the least, at least for me. Venice is far away, it takes three hours by train or car to get there. Since I do not drive I take the train, a ticket from 20 € to 20 € one way and return. The train is a white arrow. The day before there had been an accident on the line at Romano di Lombardia, the line was supposed to take that morning. Indeed, first leg we had no problems, we arrived on time. In Venice, the sun was out and considering the season far fewer tourists than usual.
the evening, the committee did take the train, which departs on time ... but will stop at Vicenza. Five, ten minutes later the conductor informs us that "Because of a previous fault we are stuck and the delay is unknown."
Bad news. Having taken the train at 19.25 we had to arrive at 22:25, the small Lena was home alone for the last many hours and would rather be home as soon as possible.
Of course, I did not expect such a disaster.
We waited an hour and has finally revealed the controller, a martyr who was probably absorbing all protests the train, including that of a man who asked why we had not been insistently warned about this incident prior to departure, as was done two calculations have happened quite some time before.
Up to this point I was still calm. Then I started to worry and fear that I would have stayed all night on that train was waiting for me while my miciotta home thinking it was abandoned. I called my father asking him to find the bus schedule Vicenza and Milan. At that moment the train has run finally moved. We were an hour and forty-five minutes late.
From that moment on we began to travel to sob, a little fast but mostly slow, slow, slow. Then, we stopped in the middle of the countryside for half an hour, we share lenses, lenses, and we stopped again. Pictures of Lena desperate mewing continued to appear to the mind, increasing dramatically and making them hydrophobic. At about 23 I started to give out of my head, threatening to split the train, going to drive it personally. Speck, ensconced in his book was quiet, the other passengers, exhausted by fatigue did not move an eyebrow ... But now I was beside myself. I got tested the window.
last twenty o'clock we arrived at Treviglio, and from there, if God willing we recovered speed .... To reach Milan at half. Needless to say, the subway was closed and we were forced to look for a taxi (15 €).
In this delirious journey to another in a heated cab and moderately clean (in some strangely was on the air conditioning), we have seen only the poor controller and the tray of drinks, SALE! Despite the appalling delay, there was not even offered a glass of water. Needless to say, ask for a refund of the ticket.
When we got home the little Lena seemed happy, not desperate, just a little hungry ... Thank goodness!
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