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Capítulo 3: Viajando en el metro
Todos los días comenzaban igual...
Suena mi despertador a las 5:15 con la tonadita de uno de mis videojuegos favoritos, pese a ser una musiquita que me like much, it's really unpleasant to have to get up so early. Leave my warm room to cold room, where I have to walk in the dark until the light switch, which had ceased to be a major problem long time ago because when you've been living in the same house where they end up unconsciously memorizing are the walls, furniture and any obstacles you may encounter. My first mission of the day is to light the water heater and that really is often a complicated task, since the above device is a bit old and sometimes took a long time trying to get the flame goes out. When he finally managed to turn it on, I wait a few minutes for the water hot. It is noteworthy that almost always use that little time to lay on the couch and rest your eyes for a moment, although in many cases that means going to sleep and wake up realizing I come late to class again.
My family always complains that it takes too long in the bathroom, particularly in the mornings, but usually is because I'm asleep under the warm running water, is quite nice, but there came a moment when I realized that wasted a lot of water, so I began to bathe surrounded by buckets to try to save as much as I could. Leaving a bath, go to my room quickly, as the path of the bathroom my room is pretty cool. Usually I'm always the first thing I find, except on special occasions when I go out with my girlfriend and I select my clothes with utmost care or when to make a presentation in class and I can not attend one of my shirts Geek with funny pictures or video game legends such as programming codes or phrases funny epic classic games.
Once I'm dressed, breakfast first thing in the fridge enccuentro, clutter my hair and brush my teeth in the mirror. I close the door carefully so as not to wake anyone and I am to take the bus. On the way I put my headphones on "pacifier" and pull out my iPod right pocket of my pants replacement or "trash" is in the left pocket, my wallet in the back left pocket and my keys in the right rear.
Normally at this hour of the morning, the trucks spend stuck with people, I have had to have to climb back and give my ticket to someone else to be going down to the bank from the truck and then boletito goes hand in hand back up to me, and the first thing I do is see the folio:
"00923051 ... 20 ... let's see ... mmm added nearly a 21 ... well maybe tomorrow if you leave ... " Under
truck and I hasten to get to the metro. I'm not a fan of traveling by subway, but when there is a good alternative means of transport, as well that does not pollute. Like the truck, the subway is also stuck, just that here are 10 times more people. I hope the train parándome on the edge of the platform with the hope that it will one crazy and drive us all. After much traveling by subway, I know exactly where I have to wait till I get in front of the door and be the first to enter. Almost always the driver is accurate enough to stop in the exact moment that the door is perfectly perpendicular to my nose, but today is the exception, by a twist of fate has stopped before the door and left far behind.
I see people crowding where the door and when it opens, all fall pushing trying to win a seat to go all the way asleep. I keep watching. The most fit were hugged more directly on the seat next to the door (reserved), regardless of which go some elderly or a lady. Sometimes I see that some cry or complain, but I can still hear my headphones. When at last all the hubbub is over, I go quietly and look for a space to accommodate me, not too close to the door of the way, not very deep so it does not crush me, not very middle to have a good place where to hold me and Most important of all: very very far from those who carry backpacks, large bags or packages. It is very uncomfortable being behind someone who has a backpack-size camp I "or with a pack on the ground that it does not let you lean on your own two feet and puts you in danger of falling when the train brake suddenly.
almost always sleep on the way to school, as my home and school are a full line away and gives me time to take a small but refreshing nap. But today is not the case as a fat man sitting in the seat next to me, seeing him settle in and get a newspaper every abused in the back pocket of his trousers, I realize that will not go down the train in a very near future.
I resign myself to stay awake all the way and start people watching. Is interesting to see things that many people do when they believe that she is not seeing anyone. Some scratch, others sleep and very funny grin. A man in a gray suit and striped tie is very smart calling on his cell phone while holding a bag with your other hand, maybe agrees with anyone for a business appointment. A pretty makeup lady by the hand to his son, the child will have about 10 years and wears a T-shirt Ben10. I watch two girls in adjacent seats ranging conversation, seem very funny, one of them has light hair and pink bow tie corn a little curls at the tips of your hair, the other has very long black hair and a mole on his cheek makes it look right very nice. What are you talking about? maybe a funny anecdote, an experience with a guy, you may remember a party or the biggest bear in their lives, in short, could be many things, but I'll never know, I prefer to keep listening to my music.
After a couple of seasons, we can always find a lot of movement, many people and many other low-rise, of course, all I can explain to my little mathematical postulate "during peak hours at each subway station down 3 and up 5 ", but in this season is almost a 5 to 5 or better, 10 to 10. And it is the large number of people moving into the metro will I had made a big paranoia in recent years is that when I'm underground and some rose in any of my pockets, I feel it is to take away my phone, my ipod or my wallet, I try to load my backpack in front, and here comes my PSP, people rises and falls in the same way, pushing and competing for a place. Never missing nudges you intentionally or unintentionally, the blatant advantage to tinker with some lady and the worst, most slag of public transportation: the street. The bad thing is not to distinguish between those who give and who will take nudges things. Remove
things ...
returned to my mind the idea: Cheating.
people continues to rise and down at every station, but now I stopped seeing people and begin to see beyond. The newspaper man brings big headphones, which probably indicates that you have a cell phone with music player or a separate device like an iPod or mp3. The girl pulls out her phone lunar Sony Ericsson W380i, the man in a suit wearing a Timex watch that is seen to be very expensive. The lady pulls out a wallet from her purse and pulls out some coins from him, probably to pay the truck or micro, but the wallet come to glimpse some tickets. And little by little I'm seeing things that are, rings, bracelets, watches, cell phones of all brands, handbags, purses, bags Hand ...
The train stops and everyone starts to drop, until the fat man who had kept since his newspaper and took out an mp3 of the cheapie they bring from China rose from his seat and fell. Everyone left the car except me.
I started to question everything I had heard about those whom they called "pickpockets". I had heard of them, but my concept was someone with great skill, able to enter your hand into the pockets of someone and steal their property without even ones alert that his victim had just steal something that was hers. How true is that his ability to steal things? What techniques are q use? What do you do if the victim comes to realize that a helping hand from the alien is threatening their belongings?
are definitely things I'll never know ... at least not until I return to my home and I put a search in google.
began to ring tone the doors were about to close. Had reached the end of the line, rushed to get out and go on my way to school.
So, every day began like ... all but today.
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