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History fleeting sadness, told a slicing sausage

The perfect travel companion on the train are two, are just inside the compartment and are unknown to each other. Are Maliconico and intrusive. The Melancholy had already climbed into the compartment when the invasion. She would not even turned the word if the invasion had not saluted first. The pervasive confusion leads to order and constant look out the window of Melancholy. The intrusive starts talking to himself 'and if', until one of his monologues exterior does not trigger the spring in the mechanical application, "And she ...?". To crown the paradox is that the intrusive maliconia of the other is very intrusive, while others think the invasion as a somber melancholy.

I do not like traveling by train. The motivations, to list them yourself, I'm sure would be full of pettiness and banality, questionucole of pure contingency. Yet, there are two issues on which my sense of duty to the adaptation can not take over.

For starters, the train journey trampling on my feelings. The train departs and arrives on a fixed schedule, so my desire to get it changes to accelerate. Backhand, nothing of my not wanting to reach their destination is slowing down. There is no way to skip the stops, even when they seem to increase in frequency the closer you get to your destination. There is no way to get to wander to waste time. Towards the good or worse, a train journey invariably turns into an exercise in frustration.

The second obstacle is literary. The problem is that the scene of the train like that of the compartment was gutted. In the train it all happened. Each humanity you met any other. There is no person, animal, plant or thing that has not been on a train, with someone to tell the story. And as for the hate, now I'm not doing anything but put me on a train along with a story, running out this possibility. My only hope is that, like the magic formula, the nth ripezione the formula is the one that finally gets rid of the object of magic. No more stories of washing on the train then, and you can get back on board full of promise adventures.