Once inside I calmed down and started walk more slowly. I lit a cigarette. He closed his eyes to give the sets to appear more interesting. This all I got was stumbling to a gentleman and extinguish the cigarette in the back.
- Excuse me, "said the man.
- Sorry, sorry ... any day something will happen to someone and you are only going to say sorry, sorry ... - I taught him how to behave.
The man was removed from my path and went looking down the tracks.
After carrying down the stairs two and half hours, finally saw a subway line, the black, ending in the nucleus. I ride, I had to do to go to Atocha transfer but not I had been bad. I consulted my watch. He insulted me in turn. I was not sure it was good that clock ultra so I got the seat and asked what time all the passengers that were in the car. Pointed out the hours that I said and, after making the average hours put in mine. Listened to all sorts of answers to my question:
- Hey, do you have time?
- Yes, quarter past one, "answered a gentle young man.
- Hey, do you have time?
- No, here in the metro I have no coverage, "answered another boy.
- Hey, do you have time?
- not young, and I said, did not have before and I have nothing to give you hours, or a quarter-me said a lady.
When I had my clock I realized it was late. He was late for my job interview, so I started to cross to reach the front wagons. I knocked on the door leading to the cabin.
- Yes?
- Why, yes ... "I said
- What do you want? - Said the commander of the metro.
- I want you a little faster, I have a job interview, "I cried because there was a deafening noise.
- Since I pretty quickly, I'm just reading the country ... "He said. Allow
impossible for the commander of the underground and you do not understand. I changed my way of locomotion. He saw the roof of a lever called the emergency brake. I pulled it and automatically a guitarist and singer who were in the middle of playing a ranch wagon fired out the rear of the train. The door opened. I ran.
He was, finally, on the street. I breathed hard. I decided not to get more shots at least until after lunch. I took a piece of gum from his pocket and swallowed me. I got another hairline. A character that seems a cop touches my shoulder. I turn.
- good money, "said the police
- Yes, but Indurain is not the same," I said sincerely.
After a moment of doubt, policeman touched his ear and made the gesture of thinking. I remembered that there are environments in which these gestures are more than words.
- Well, well, guy snorting cocaine taxi hood up in Puerta del Sol .. -Drafted the police.
- This is badly written, it appears that above the Puerta del Sol is a cab hanging over the taxi and I am. Indeed, it is snorted, inhaled do with the pot of glue, "he corrected.
- Agreed.
After an exchange of addresses and phone numbers to keep her friendship with the police left all my details and said he would call me. I do not even gave me her phone number.
