AS SAYING LUBRANO
... When you understand the rules that govern the subway, you know much of a people and nation. It was so in St. Petersburg, where the whole car was laughing in the face of dizzy Italian tourist who realizes that he was robbed when they went up on the train. It was so in Copenhagen where the rule of letting off before boarding is not affected even by strollers and bicycles, moved with discipline by passengers who chose to shun the place more isolated and away from other living souls.
's so well in Milan where the locals walk with famous quickly remove their shoes before hitting the neophytes on the group that usually gets lost in front of the intersection of Sixth and Smeraldo, snookered traffic coming from the yellow. The subway is Bucharest but a lot of fun. No time to announce the stop, the passengers are already down in the Maori dance: they know that they expect a battle to get out and are not willing to spare even an ounce of energy to meet its target. Across the sound of the train that arrives is perceived as the sound of the horn before the battle, waiting passengers know that they expect a battle and are not willing to spare even an ounce of energy to meet its target. The result? As soon as the doors open and the 'war, since the objectives of each others collide. Needless to say, anything goes against the principle of physics that say that if a space is occupied by a body, not can be occupied simultaneously by another body.
But physics does not work sometimes. And here we are - needless to say - in Belgrade. It 'hard to explain how it is possible, but sometimes, after ten minutes of waiting, the platform is crowded. Caracalla ambled, here's a tram coming down there unfounded. It 'full of people, of course, because the waiting passengers were accumulated. This fall two, he rose nineteen: I do not know where to put it, perhaps there is a double bottom. But after the stop, as if by magic, it will drop another three and go up twenty-seven, and do not even know where it ends, people from above. In Belgrade public transport - if they pass - must stop all the "stations" (stanize, according to the local dialect), at all hours in all weather conditions. The idea is to allow passengers to get off calmly and without outreach to those who wait at the bus stop to alert the driver. Of course not 'need to ring the bell to request the stop.
But does not always go so smooth. Because a little 'as the old ladies of Milan, who are preparing for the first ten stops ingabolate not stay in human trafficking, also in Belgrade always happens to run into a crowd of idiots who stop just before the opening of doors, with the result produce congestion and also with the incredible congestion almost half empty. The dream of the average passenger down in Belgrade, in front of doors opening, is to see two rows of passengers getting that widen and find a center aisle to exit and walk away. We say that dreams of being Pirlo who is about to kick a penalty into an empty net.
But he knows that the opening of the doors will feel a bit 'as a Pirlo free-kick but when he beats a limit: in fact find a few feet from the doors, a thick barrier composed of human sciuri, old, young and old, willing long suit virtually side by side the length of the tram. The consequence is that those who want to get off once it is done the last step, does not put his foot on the ankle but the first Pirlo, who by then was broken on the reef, and that is' open. Who's barrier however, had not even heard the whistle, he throws to meet Pirlo's turn and grab the handrail to climb, in spite of the fifty passengers trying to get off. Here too scuffle, but it must be said that everything takes place peacefully and normally no one gets hurt no one complains too much.
Why I have not described the Belgrade underground as I did for the other cities? Simple, because the only subway line in Belgrade - far-sighted and far-reaching - connecting A to B, with a utility difficult to quantify. Obviously I've never taken, even if I pass almost daily through the underpass, one of two stops to cross a major intersection.
It 's very new and modern, with accurate and bilingual. Ana describes it thus: "It 's just another great work of Milosevic, expensive, luxurious and useless: the only Czech who used it for a video." Czech Republic (for the record reads Zeza), as beautiful as artificial, is a singer from the dimly stormy past (it is the former wife of Arkan) and with a bit of trouble with the law, which occasionally resurfaces. It is impossible to think that the magnificent stop Spomenik Vukov (in spite of the unfriendly name, is actually a nice park that houses a student residence and two statues, one of Vuk Karadizic, which reforms' by introducing variant of the Cyrillic alphabet, Serbian, and one of Cyril and Methodius invented the Glagolitic alphabet, the more 'old Slavic alphabet known).
And thinking of the curves of the Czech Republic, the question arises: why the Serbs, when they meet a beautiful Serbian, never turning round to look at your ass?
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