Railways Evidently Not Functioning Ever. I know it’s a coarseness to resort to this development of the acronym, but it’s so true.
I’ve made a selection of the last greatest moments from our railway company. There are three of them by now, but I don’t dare close the list. Do never underestimate Renfe’s overcoming ability. But let’s get to the point.
We all know that trains are electric nowadays. Or that’s what they want us to think.
Some weeks ago, when I was in the train on my way back from Barcelona after a hard day of doing non-relevant things, the lights started a funny flickering before the second stop from the last. As I didn’t hear any music, I dismissed a modernity like the fusion between music and transport (which would be a good idea, as an afterhours, for the provincial country dwellers who go to the capital at night and have a one hour trip to our bed in the morning; I said).
We get to the train station with no problems but a certain epileptic sensation. The actual problem came up at departure time. Imagine the warning beep, the gentle noise of the starting motor, a Harry Potter style flash of light and… silence and darkness.
Calm as we could be after years of misfortunes, the users called home, made new friends or just waited. I, personally, being so close to my town, considered a thirty minutes walk; maybe I would save some time.
Fortunately, after ten minutes and some more attempts we could go on with the journey. I wonder in which driving school they teach how to drive a train.