On railtrack one the express train holds. Departure was 16:59 o'clock. So the loudspeaker announcement. It is 17 o'clock. Have I missed the train which should only drive now? Not that the road would have even other paradoxes on camp. On the contrary: whoever of the road accuses, she is disorganised, that keeps before eyes that smoker's carriages always hold exactly before the smoker' s area on the platform.

Now one mounts the road, that which my son loves in such a way because she goes by tunnel, nevertheless, I fear in such a way because those tunnels seem to me rather than gates of black holes, lost in the whirlpool of astrophysical paradoxes. The road stands, although it should go.

And the time runs and does not wait, just a little like the connecting trains. In this respect trains and time have in common something, just as those two slightly drunk men in the smoker's compartment who find everything quite easy to me completely incomprehensible abbreviations in the smoky air throw from which I could catch then, nevertheless, at least one: Request for Change, briefly RFC. Here very briefly it probably concerns inquiry of us to common company users to the Admins if something does not fit us: is it the screen, the mouse or these underhand protocols of our surfing behaviour during the working hours.

Now, because the Copy and paste of own imagination of violence cannot be transferred, unfortunately, to other passengers just like that and one on account of anthropological cooperation patterns (we do not sit everything in the same train) can be sure that own campaign (quietens these idiots!) and would fall back not even on itself, one helps himself of the learnt or rather seen political patterns and takes up the mud with which one is pelted as flowers with thanks. In the end, are used closer and policy than one would have expected it from freight traffic and goodness traffic. At last one is a writer and as such always with the eyes in the newspaper and with the ears one perceives the oscillations, the Dolby Surround of the surroundings. Sometimes it helps yes to twist the eyes to let gild the silver look.

SHELL we the cost of petrol raise? To me all the same, central issue out here, I imagine, while Odysseus, our passenger's manager, from people rouses himself in high voltage told and my trip surreal and, nevertheless, binary (if one which is binario the Italian word for rail) so regular forms accepts which contradict the fact that one will have seated exactly the same delay whether now against or in direction of the traffic, because timetables are co-operative agreements between the Ratio and libido, to the Astralchaos and the categories, in the people try to press such a thing unfathomable like time, like the relation (or if I had to do opposition say) between guards and her uniforms. Similarly cramped the certainty, that one feels itself with mounting the road not only to her commercial terms and services, but also the arbitrariness or. to the wide field of unfastened rails pauses and asks itself in view of these facts whether forgetting the ticket really does not count like the multilingual posters believe want to do.

Is it not extremely making easier then to rid itself simply of the recollection of certain disagreeable trips, while one swallows the ticket and retires to confidential place? Fortunately, every trip is limited by two points, to the start and the purpose, and thus at least these both fixed stars remain as a hold in the blind firmament, like the hold clutches which should serve at entrances and exits for secure rises and descents. Which will be the entrance or exit shortly before entrance in the next railroad station, is to the goodwill of an ethereal loudspeaker voice or own free will leave. If one positions himself instinctively on the left or on the right to the door, one will see surrounding himself directly from disciples who would follow one, even if the putative exit would lead directly on the rails. If one has chosen, however, by chance the right door, the nervousness is the bigger, because as soon as the train reaches the railroad station, the initial obedience of the others will overturn in thankless impatience, then is once the exit from the collective rolling prison, indicated the escape route from this enforced communion, gratitude would be only one obstructive foot chain with the jump in the freedom won anew. In this respect are people who are 'in the Drücker', a sort of the coalition leaders who could also not squeeze strictly, the button and hinder other in it. However, the receipt trellis of the already waiting passengers in the platform is probably much too tempting when then one could refuse to flatten the way by the hall of the fame to himself as more first and to pull up a suitcase behind himself not only.