There are elements of psychology, statistics, sociology and even literature in the study of masses of men in critical circumstances.
For this reason, the fact that the planes are always late that I take I do not mind that much.
in unexpected circumstances, people become strangers. There are coloring books with crayons they give you in hand themselves. How to enter a library and read a few pages from each book.
Put a day in the snow, in Centraal station, find out how to get to the airport. A pair of Italian fearful, happy to be helped by a paisà who applies for their information in English. In return, we gain stories about how the Italians go on holiday, as they move, what they see, what are and what they were looking for. Sometimes you learn something this time that's okay, at least you confirmation of things they already think. And this is the statistic.
It starts by asking for information. "Excuse me, They told us that if our flight is canceled, just that we put in the queue at the gate of another flight. Is that true? "
is clearly not true, but discover that by saying so, the counter has shortened significantly the file. Now all those who have heard this version will exchange information. And then, when one sees that the only thing to do is wait and hope, the information becomes history, oral literature. One that used to be a regretful man with wrinkled clothes just becomes an engineer who comes from three weeks in Cazachistan. He tells me of the life of engineers in Cazachistan, what to do in Almaty and how it is always better there than in Arab countries, where one can not drink, women are prohibited and especially the food sucks. In return, tell a few stories Uzbeks, so maybe he can go there in two weeks, for a ride.
And while we crush to go to the gate, a girl in front of me, Roman accent to his mouth, Peruvian passport in hand, informs us that the Chinese wind pushing from behind do not have a ticket, but they insist to go, and that is what we can not get on the plane. "How do you know?" Said the hostess up front. " For a moment we all believe in, push the Chinese with sides that frown of surprise and incomprehension various almond-shaped eyes. Then you discover that they have it, the ticket: holding it in hand, bent well, along with the Japanese passport. Soon, all the hostility towards the Chinese subsides and the Roman de Lima is silenced by silence.
There's a guy with a pleasant smile that invites dialogue. He works at Fiat. "But it is not true that in Italy young people have no hope?" Back from China, where the people of Turin are building a machine at low cost, to be sold only there and in Latin America. There is talk of Italian and foreign ways of working in the world. He puts Italy and China, I Holland and Ireland.
Then, when you tell us that the truck is frozen and must find a way to melt the ice, technicians are on the scene. There are those of the "It is not possible in a civilized country", which for once is not Italy, the fatalistic ("Better to freeze here and in the air"), skeptics ("But the aircraft in flight would freeze anyway? ") impresses me as a present day in Italy there are so many experts.
After the flight and a night that lasts three hours on the floor in a bar of laminated root Malpensa, I go by train and met a group formed in another unforeseen situation, after a train of ÖBB, booked in advance , stopped and left without opening the doors. Two emergency circumstances
attract each other and I became a part of this close-knit group already. There's a guy who has the air of a promising graduate, but does the worker (moral: "Do not judge people from externals, Part n"), two girls who tell us about the wedding of one of them (cue: "avoid the marriage"), a distinguished gentleman from hair to cloud, we find that only the height of Rovereto be greek (experience: "there are those who speak the language better than you"), realizing that what we had assumed for hours be a manager just a little 'wild, it is only directed at the wedding of his cousin and he feels embarrassed in the suit party ("do not judge people from externals, part n +1).
new musical at the end of the prosthesis remains silent in the pocket of a jacket, and the bookmark in Eggers does not move a page. For them there will be time to return, hoping for once in a pleasantly boring trip.
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