some people seem to be born in the wrong country: a hectic Spanish guy, a punctual Italian girl, an ungründlich German
the Kafka called NMBS/SNCB :D
others are born where they belong, although spreading their wings is of course optional
you know I belong to this last category
why? one word: chaos
where? everywhere
part I: TRAINS
- during rush hour there’s is sadly enough a 90% chance of delay (reaching from 10 to 35 minutes or sometimes even more)
so you might think, “I’m losing time here on this stupid platform, tomorrow I’ll come 10 minutes later, I’ll still be on time”... now when you arrive the day after at the platform, 5 minutes late (not 10, just to be sure), Murphy WILL have struck, cause for 1 night (and 1 night only) your train was on time
- taking the same train every day doesn’t mean you take it on the same platform (right D. ;)) so if you find yourself running for that train cause your late again, do not jump randomly on the train you usually take: especially during rush hour there’s 50% chance you’ll end up in the middle of nowhere because of “spoorwijziging! the train of 8h03 in the direction of Ostend will depart from platform 4 instead of 1” (this message being broadcasted in the station in Dutch of course)
- as you all experienced before I suppose, those times when you’re tired the most and you reached your utter boundaries (so when you’re in need of a quiet train), you’ll find a group of girls that thought it was necessary to come sit next to you, chattering and twittering like a gang of chickens
- when the sign on the platform might say “don’t get in”, even when there’s no train to get in to... (am I supposed to look for an invisible Hogwards Express or something?)
- and last but not least, there are situations like this (notice the time):
the Kafka called NMBS/SNCB :D
... lovely J
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