Fortunately, after some time you take the subway, you get used to. No more staring
traveling through the various lines that cover the walls. Do not you think more that the line drawn necessarily see the same one which you are traveling. By now you know you put them all up there by chance, because you can be confusing.
not to repeat aloud the name of the stop after the lady announcer. Do many tourists.
no longer move your abono monthly by a pair of trousers to another. E 'useless, so you forget it at home.
no longer fit in the car that you abono renews leaving him wrapped in protective plastic. The barcode is not read and think that all the machines of this puta station is against you. No more lost
to listen to those who come and play songs on English guitars unlikely. Your music is a volume other than the last concert of Judas Priest from beneath the stage. And you like classical.
no longer sit back and wait for the moral imperatives that are formed in your head to make room for one or another passenger. Do not you ever sit down, full stop. No more surprising
horrible smell of candy when you descend to palomitas Sol is simply no need to get to Sol. Never again.
No more trying to convince himself that those tracks are on the platform of viscous liquid of water percolating from above or beer poured on the ground. E 'vomiting. To me Vo. Or blood.
No more running down the steep stairs to catch the train that is already the starting whistle. It passes another in a minute, trunk. Quiet.
And finally no longer take the metro. El Pais and buy you nice beautiful mountains on the bus. Soon we are.
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