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Traintrip to San Isidro, a day in January 2007

The train pulls up and the guy starts hitting his electric guitar. I enter a world of ugly sounds, guitar strings mixed with violent train noices and chatting people. The wagon shakes us into the window and back against our neighbours.

Suddenly an old woman, gray hair old-lady's-dress, appears with a little bird cage, some pencils and a package of chewing gum in her hand. She offers it to the travelers.................... Everyone dissapoints her.

The longhaired curly man in front of me applaudes (for the guitarman)... Bond of long-haired men..I am thinking We all should applaude, could applaude, it's the least we can do.

Two police men enter and sit themselves in the booth next to me. Cans of Quilmes and superpanchos (hotdogs) in their hands. I am thinking how stereotypical...as if all policemen in New York drink coffee and eat doughnuts!! or do they? Their lady-collegue is on a diet, she really could not eat that stuff, with all the recent holidays ..

Silence again.........relatively speaking..

Then, it starts to rain... first in the pathway............through some rectancular holes in the ceiling..... but soon....the moving of the train brings the rain to each person's seat...one by one............ One by one we move places...... the train floods.......

(Fantasy: People start opening their umbrellas, holding up their trowsers and skirts. I am afraid the roof will colapse under the amount of water and we will be showered away......)