Friday, February 25, 2011

The Diabetes Improvement Programme



Today I went by train to Barcelona, \u200b\u200band since I'm not too familiar, I noticed a number of situations that I feel like explaining.

First, just arriving to Sants station confirms that the signaling me to this country is designed for those who know where to go: I see a lot of people do not know where your train will leave or where they go to ask. In these situations I'm always more serious for the elderly.

The situation here is different because the platforms because there are people missing, people are cast. I say roll because the waiting area feel very abandoned, and uncomfortable with the likeness of a permanently unfinished work. As soon as I get there, people expected at one point and that the train arrives, a few subway stops from where later the few banks out. Therefore, passengers legs and help me run, who can do it.

reaches the second train, Figueres, a few seconds after it announced a public address that does not feel anything and it works well since I have memory. Interestingly arrives on time and stops in the right place. As we climb, helped raise the storage of some young girls from Eastern Europe for access to coaches still not designed for the elderly, who were loaded, or generally for anyone with mobility problems . Again I think the poor elderly.

already on the train, the first problem arises when a woman living the kind of rush a young North African issues and the replies of bad ways, but facing them. I think that he had not understood what I told the lady enjoyed it and picked wrong. Sometimes we are predisposed to have certain attitudes and responses to outside when there is no place.

The thing worries me more then. One of the girls from the East and start looking nervously a few times up and down the carriage as if he had lost something. The ticket, I think. Move and remove coats and bags and tells a man near his Catalan, in a very rudimentary English, which has lost cell phone, which is safer than when he had gone to the car, an iPhone is worth 600 euros and he believes he has stolen some aspects of the three North African men who are sitting the bottom of the wagon. The truth is that it says in a tone quite quiet.

One of the boys and it still says that because the accused without knowing anything, when there are so many people in the car (about thirty people). Here if the girl does not s'acovardeix the contrary, facing him and tells him that the only aspect that has or may have been one of his friends. The situation is tense, but not true here.

When we arrived in Caldes de Malavella, the three guys down and goodbye from the platform of the three girls saying they have no phone and regret that it has been put off them. The girl, very coolly, seems to have made the idea that enabled them out of phone and face looks incredulously. I find it curious that the first who mistrust of an immigrant is another immigrant.

this station Caldes hear the comment of a man who speaks by phone and says that soon because we will be in Girona in Caldes de Boadella. I think that within me I hope the train does not leave us here because the GPS who have come to go crazy for it, both can lead to Ventallops Llépara as St. Martin.

M, seemed very curious little privacy that exists in the carriage where I observed this while working with my brand new iPad and I removed the headphones from their ears.

When I arrived in Figueras, EmpordĂ  I thought more precious than ever.

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