Chronicle of a normal day strike at Trenitalia
I take the train from Arezzo to 16:45, 18:06 to coincide with smn in Florence to Pisa. Everything is normal, smooth as glass.
Until within the station. Where known immediately on the board, the absence of that train of desperate people and a strange camp with bags and suitcases, plus a traffic jam at the ticket office. Inquires type, while it makes me a ticket, and with this high-pitched voice but inaudible because of the glass he replies 's strike, strike!
Me: shit.
Vabbeh, I say, let's wait. Meanwhile, I walk around supermarkets with mami and papi, and I buy a pair of gloves prudently. At 18:25, with twenty minutes late and a hundred people really angry, do not get a train, no. two cars arrive .
Fight for the post, glorious conquest. A snail's pace we proceed, at 19:00 and arrive in Florence ... where to find the camp of desperate travelers, the desert of employees to information (not even a porter to blame!) and four, I say FOUR Through trains to Pisa or deleted. More trains to Arezzo, in case you want to go back, also canceled.
After making friends with a Dominican girl (who came with me on the train) and two at Monza, which had falls to the station, and a group of Rastas who fomented a strike strike XD, a slice of pizza at the bar, 3 € for the information, a change of track and a little game of agonizing 's exchange wagons' are finally able to take the train.
I made friends with the girl mentioned above, I found a fellow countryman on the same train (where are you? Castle. Ah, I Borgo. Ahh hour six of my parts ... then no, we distinguish, there are the Castle, I have a Lama! \u0026lt;--- 3-4 km difference XD) and I avoided by a hair downpour that probably tomorrow I will fold in two to one.
However, the train finally deigned to come was to Livorno. Those for Pisa them canceled until midnight and beyond, although both did the same route. W Livorno, Pisa * Wed
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