Sepeda Motor- Rail traffic in southern France has been delayed because of the accident. Transport current TGV fast train is interrupted after the train hit a truck load full of shampoo.
No casualties were reported in the accident which occurred on Wednesday, July 21 noon local time. But the officer is authorized at Lunel-Viel, Montpellier where the accident occurred, it took me hours to clean the railroad tracks from the slick shampoo. Similarly AFP reported on Thursday (22/07/2010).
Result of this incident the train schedule that connects 19 cities in Montpellier had to be delayed. As a result, approximately three thousand passengers abandoned the train schedule threatened to change the total.
I'm sleepy corner of the old station bench. Disebuah ancient small town. Old town on the border of the capital. My smile disappeared a long time. Why not? I waited nearly two hours last train arrives. Tired after a day of helping a family friend who had a party with her boyfriend's fiancee. Many times my eyes glanced at his watch.
My heart is tired already. Train schedule overdo this country already chaotic. Society is only able to sputter for any delay in coming and goings of trains. Unable to do otherwise. The authorities seem deaf have long illness. Until the voices of the faithful service users train apipun no longer audible. I breathe deeply several times. More late night. It's nine o'clock! Gosh, I almost stood up from fright. Mundar not erratic pacing. I see all around me began to quiet. Some people who had seemed still waiting like me, either where it goes. Maybe they go home again. Or go to the bathroom. Food vendors also have an hour and then clean up and return home wares. I mean now lives alone in this small station.
I turned around. Silence. Suddenly, from behind there was a hoarse voice chided. Makes me almost aghast. Well, there was not anyone? A uniformed trainman grandfather smiled and puff on his cigarette. Slowly toward me. His eyes narrowed notices. I was not nervous at all, despite earlier got surprised. He smiled menganggukan head.
"Still waiting for his train to survive, mba?" He asked in a soft raspy voice. I smiled. "Yes, sir. Just because I get to ride the train home quickly. Public transport is rarely the night. And less secure "I replied. He mengaggukan head. Then looked away towards the train coming lane. His outlook seemed far away. As far as his views. His face looked pale. Small coughed said again.
"Mba, may last a while longer trains will be arriving. Just relax. Mba surely will soon be home safely. This last train had long since defunct. But speed does not fail with the usual operations "
I was surprised. It's like a train that will take me home what is this? What is not normal?
Seemed to understand the contents of my mind, this station clerk chuckled. "This delay is because the last train used to have a little problem, mba. So we're trying to operate the back of the old. No need to ask questions, mba. Just ride comfortably. And safely reunited with families ", he explained, turning away to leave. I just menganggukan head. Then watched him go until kepintu turned sideways.
Now I actually own. Waiting for my last train. Sleepy eyes I try to keep him as strong as possible. I walked mundar forth. A few moments later my ears like to hear a whistle dikejauhan.
Whistle? No time to think further, kukemasi belongings hastily composed of backpacks, umbrellas and jackets and night cap of my brother. Sure enough, dikejauhan saw a black figure appears. Derunya thrilling heart. Train rails in front of me as if getting ready to welcome the train that had made me angry because the delay is not about this. Though certainly not the wrong carriage. But human error factor. I felt a little strange. Trains are arriving slowly this dihadapanku somewhat different from the others. Glistened. Entirely shining black color. For the first time I saw clearly the figures. Looks like a railroad past tense.
I gaped. It does indeed railroad era of independence as they are often booked I read or saw in movies. Gosh! So this is my last train? Oh no! no. ih sensational. How could I ever want to ride the train this past era. Also unlighted. Where the engineer? Passengers? Jeez. probably just me alone. I stepped back from the carriage. It looked elegant waiting train. I'm still dumbfounded noticed this black object in front of me. Not rise, rise not? I thought to ask doubtfully. Finally I ran a small side door. Perhaps train officers were still there. I'll ask his opinion. But that door has been locked. I was a little panicked. No longer can get out of this station. Really weird. According to some officers who used the station I meet, usually quiet or hectic with the last passenger, side gate was never locked station. Stay left open. Because there was no key, alias had long been locked. I do not know .. I feel a little shiver.
The train seemed to be leaving soon. I'm confused. If you do not ride that I will be here until morning. If there are bad people how? I'm so nervous. Finally, by praying that I climbed the railroad strange. A little surprised because there was a train door officer stood smiling. Gosh, my heart almost detached. I do not smile back. Just to give a train ticket without conscious though he could not collect. Wong I've just climbed. But I can not wait to fast so that the train departs. Digerbong which I entered, there were some people seem to fall asleep. Their clothes look shabby. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I'm not alone in this strange car. No lights, only a small lamp to flicker corner of the carriage. Weird! really like the back keabad ago. Terfikir I had half entered the hall. Kutepis thought it was crazy. Tired of making fikiranku began not seem sane.
I put my backpack near the foot. Then head dikaca kusandarkan window. Looked out. Go to a deserted platform. Trains start running slowly. Suddenly I saw the old man seemed station officer sitting on a bench near the end of a side door where he had disappeared. We stared at each other. I saw him waving his hands and thumbs, smiling. I was just stunned, still looked capable of getting away. I felt really weird tonight. Halusinasikah? I realize it seems I had never seen the officer before. Who is he? current are the officers? I dunno, I started again tormented by drowsiness that had attacked me many times. I think I started falling asleep.
I woke up to my shoulder felt pushed around. I blinked and sat up. I saw a train officers smiled at me. "Just a bit farther, mba. Get ready for ya. Let no one left behind "he whispered softly. I am very grateful. Ah, it feels just as I doze off, next thing I knew was there. Look beyond the city lights.
Keretapun entered the town station. Lack of atmosphere at the station tonight. Well, of course, at this hour who else would take the train? I thought indignantly. I should have arrived home seven hours earlier. Kubersiap down. Had I glanced at the direction of the chair while I ride, there are still passengers. But the chair was empty. Nobody on board which consists of an old lady, a child and a young girl. Where are they? Already turunkah? Ah, the bodolah.
At the door I asked the officers could train. Where passengers who had one car with me.
The officer smiled. "They did not come down anywhere, mba. They are our eternal passengers. As I also train officers has long lasting. Dikereta only our duty and watch this. Benighted and pick up passengers, but still faithfully waiting for our presence to bring back kekeluarganya ".
Hearing the explanation, I like to feel there's something wrong. But the logic is more dominant.
"What the father of their families or the engineer?" I asked idly. He just laughed.
"They and I are the special officer in charge of this train for passengers who patiently waited until late. Passengers like it is our part. "He smiled. Repeat his explanation.
I still do not understand. But officers were soon pushed out. I nyarus tumbled. Recently my feet stepped on the platform floor, I was horrified because the train suddenly took off at high speed. Almost flying. I screamed a little. My heart is feeling loose. My legs were weak beyond measure. I sat on the floor of the platform. Unable to stand. It feels like screaming. But my mouth is locked. The more surprised because my hand as though something was pulling to stand. I stare, turns out my brother who looked pale. I'm very relieved. Oops I was so scared to see a magic train that just ran away. It seemed like a dream. My brother did not say a word while I talked. Guided walk through the hallway to the exit station. My town is always crowded duapuluhempat hours. Many people still hang-hang out at coffee shops around the station.
My brother just asked me what I am okay? I menganggukan head. My throat was feeling dry. My brother went kesebuah shop and bought me a cold drink. My throat felt relieved.
"I can not walk up to the house, because I'm going home aunt. Passengers staying because tomorrow there is the exam paper. I'm afraid to oversleep. So yes you're home alone. This close is it? "Said my brother as he gave me a fare home. I'm so upset. Kok-sempatnya could pick me up, take me home but not all? I protested.
"I've been waiting for you. Apparently yes keretamu late. I really should get going. That there is public transportation. Hurry up. "My body pushed into public transportation without wanting to listen to my explanation. My brother waved his left hand when public transportation.
Five minutes later, I had reached the home page. My mother's father was sitting next diteras. They immediately welcomed me and was busy asking me why I was so late. I explained as he walked into the house. I saw my parents could face pale. Then glanced at each other with each other. I felt ridiculous, has told all distasiun anehku experience tonight. But my parents do not ask again. They told me to get a shower and rest. I felt a coincidence no longer questioned. Clothes with no rest immediately change it again, shower and change clothes. Dikamar sitting alone, contemplating the earlier experience. Somehow I feel a bad heart. Can not believe I feel like I saw my parents earlier diwajah. After the bath fikiranku somewhat fresh. But I had goose bumps and could not believe that this is a railroad kunaiki past years. The period of the train as it still operates in the railroad's capital?
I left the room and went to my parents who were enjoying watching television. My mom asked what I was fine. I just nodded and started asking about the strange experience. Am I not dreaming? Dad patted my shoulder. Then cleared his throat. 'Looks like you is one person in this city that was finally selected to participate in enjoying the ghost train, kid, my father replied calmly. But I'm staring to hear the answer. Ghost train? How could I ride the ghost train? Itukan only stories written by people I have ever heard before.
My father continued. "Once Erry brother also had the chance to experience. That's when he was in high school loh. So now he's ideology of what happened to you. You can not use public transport after the lapse of eight hours was not home yet. Surely you're brave enough to wait for the train. So he took the initiative mungin pick you up. Remembering his experience first, maybe he was afraid the ghost train will pick up his sister as well. And it feels right, right?
"But he said the aunt would be home well. So I was sent home alone. "I muttered.
"Yes, indeed. all the way, the father replied casually. Mother laughed. The important thing is you survived son. Next time do not be too late to go home. Especially fans like you train. Remember son, the last train had already become a legend as the introduction last dikotanya those who return at night. Just ask your brother say if he had gone home. "
"Ah, it's not a train ghost train, his father. Own officers who told me that it was intentionally operated the train because another train had slept all night ", I replied mangkel. Mom giggled as she stroked my hand. Dad remained calm with his cigar. "
Officers who you've met the deceased, son. That's why she's still around there this evening. Believe me sonny, things like this is not the first time. It's just that you're too confident. Too engrossed in your world is realistic. Unable to capture the natural message conveyed air tonight ", my father certainly made me increasingly keki. Ah, the father of the first mostly fantasy. Until more often frighten their children who try to think logically. My father was a puppeteer who is also poet district level.
While the famous city of his birth mother sinden first. But I do not want to be their mindset who like to connect everything with the things that are beyond reason. I hurried into the room after saying good-bye to my parents.
Diranjang, I'm thinking hard. Really my experience, yes Gusti? Ah, just this time I can not wait for the return of my brother. All this time I never menggubris ghost stories about that stupid train. In fact had long heard from the mouth kemulut. Including the story that in fact my brother never told me. I actually just learned of his father earlier narrative. Then I remembered the back of the officer who came and went without a trace of it. About gate suddenly locked. Until I can not escape out of the station when the fear of seeing a train that would take me home. I flinched. Yes, the train was indeed feasible given the nickname the ghost train because of a strange shape, and suddenly away at high speed just after take. Also the train with passengers and staff who founded the fur romaku story now. They are the perennial passenger and staff? Gosh, they're also ghost dong. I suddenly felt a chill because he felt too ashamed to own logic began to waver. After kurangkai-series events at this station, I think I started to believe what my father said. Which kunaiki ghost train! I do not believe think mengkerukan forehead. Because everything looks so real, apart from the odd-odd earlier.
So tonight I have a ghost train, with passengers and staff ghost ghosts? Unless I own a human being?. I still can not believe it. Yet since then I almost never go home again that night by train. Simply taking public transportation alone. Take the train only when it is day or sorei. Good Bye hantuku train. Good Bye-gauge jadulku! Hopefully it's really my last ghost train.
No casualties were reported in the accident which occurred on Wednesday, July 21 noon local time. But the officer is authorized at Lunel-Viel, Montpellier where the accident occurred, it took me hours to clean the railroad tracks from the slick shampoo. Similarly AFP reported on Thursday (22/07/2010).
Result of this incident the train schedule that connects 19 cities in Montpellier had to be delayed. As a result, approximately three thousand passengers abandoned the train schedule threatened to change the total.
I'm sleepy corner of the old station bench. Disebuah ancient small town. Old town on the border of the capital. My smile disappeared a long time. Why not? I waited nearly two hours last train arrives. Tired after a day of helping a family friend who had a party with her boyfriend's fiancee. Many times my eyes glanced at his watch.
My heart is tired already. Train schedule overdo this country already chaotic. Society is only able to sputter for any delay in coming and goings of trains. Unable to do otherwise. The authorities seem deaf have long illness. Until the voices of the faithful service users train apipun no longer audible. I breathe deeply several times. More late night. It's nine o'clock! Gosh, I almost stood up from fright. Mundar not erratic pacing. I see all around me began to quiet. Some people who had seemed still waiting like me, either where it goes. Maybe they go home again. Or go to the bathroom. Food vendors also have an hour and then clean up and return home wares. I mean now lives alone in this small station.
I turned around. Silence. Suddenly, from behind there was a hoarse voice chided. Makes me almost aghast. Well, there was not anyone? A uniformed trainman grandfather smiled and puff on his cigarette. Slowly toward me. His eyes narrowed notices. I was not nervous at all, despite earlier got surprised. He smiled menganggukan head.
"Still waiting for his train to survive, mba?" He asked in a soft raspy voice. I smiled. "Yes, sir. Just because I get to ride the train home quickly. Public transport is rarely the night. And less secure "I replied. He mengaggukan head. Then looked away towards the train coming lane. His outlook seemed far away. As far as his views. His face looked pale. Small coughed said again.
"Mba, may last a while longer trains will be arriving. Just relax. Mba surely will soon be home safely. This last train had long since defunct. But speed does not fail with the usual operations "
I was surprised. It's like a train that will take me home what is this? What is not normal?
Seemed to understand the contents of my mind, this station clerk chuckled. "This delay is because the last train used to have a little problem, mba. So we're trying to operate the back of the old. No need to ask questions, mba. Just ride comfortably. And safely reunited with families ", he explained, turning away to leave. I just menganggukan head. Then watched him go until kepintu turned sideways.
Now I actually own. Waiting for my last train. Sleepy eyes I try to keep him as strong as possible. I walked mundar forth. A few moments later my ears like to hear a whistle dikejauhan.
Whistle? No time to think further, kukemasi belongings hastily composed of backpacks, umbrellas and jackets and night cap of my brother. Sure enough, dikejauhan saw a black figure appears. Derunya thrilling heart. Train rails in front of me as if getting ready to welcome the train that had made me angry because the delay is not about this. Though certainly not the wrong carriage. But human error factor. I felt a little strange. Trains are arriving slowly this dihadapanku somewhat different from the others. Glistened. Entirely shining black color. For the first time I saw clearly the figures. Looks like a railroad past tense.
I gaped. It does indeed railroad era of independence as they are often booked I read or saw in movies. Gosh! So this is my last train? Oh no! no. ih sensational. How could I ever want to ride the train this past era. Also unlighted. Where the engineer? Passengers? Jeez. probably just me alone. I stepped back from the carriage. It looked elegant waiting train. I'm still dumbfounded noticed this black object in front of me. Not rise, rise not? I thought to ask doubtfully. Finally I ran a small side door. Perhaps train officers were still there. I'll ask his opinion. But that door has been locked. I was a little panicked. No longer can get out of this station. Really weird. According to some officers who used the station I meet, usually quiet or hectic with the last passenger, side gate was never locked station. Stay left open. Because there was no key, alias had long been locked. I do not know .. I feel a little shiver.
The train seemed to be leaving soon. I'm confused. If you do not ride that I will be here until morning. If there are bad people how? I'm so nervous. Finally, by praying that I climbed the railroad strange. A little surprised because there was a train door officer stood smiling. Gosh, my heart almost detached. I do not smile back. Just to give a train ticket without conscious though he could not collect. Wong I've just climbed. But I can not wait to fast so that the train departs. Digerbong which I entered, there were some people seem to fall asleep. Their clothes look shabby. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I'm not alone in this strange car. No lights, only a small lamp to flicker corner of the carriage. Weird! really like the back keabad ago. Terfikir I had half entered the hall. Kutepis thought it was crazy. Tired of making fikiranku began not seem sane.
I put my backpack near the foot. Then head dikaca kusandarkan window. Looked out. Go to a deserted platform. Trains start running slowly. Suddenly I saw the old man seemed station officer sitting on a bench near the end of a side door where he had disappeared. We stared at each other. I saw him waving his hands and thumbs, smiling. I was just stunned, still looked capable of getting away. I felt really weird tonight. Halusinasikah? I realize it seems I had never seen the officer before. Who is he? current are the officers? I dunno, I started again tormented by drowsiness that had attacked me many times. I think I started falling asleep.
I woke up to my shoulder felt pushed around. I blinked and sat up. I saw a train officers smiled at me. "Just a bit farther, mba. Get ready for ya. Let no one left behind "he whispered softly. I am very grateful. Ah, it feels just as I doze off, next thing I knew was there. Look beyond the city lights.
Keretapun entered the town station. Lack of atmosphere at the station tonight. Well, of course, at this hour who else would take the train? I thought indignantly. I should have arrived home seven hours earlier. Kubersiap down. Had I glanced at the direction of the chair while I ride, there are still passengers. But the chair was empty. Nobody on board which consists of an old lady, a child and a young girl. Where are they? Already turunkah? Ah, the bodolah.
At the door I asked the officers could train. Where passengers who had one car with me.
The officer smiled. "They did not come down anywhere, mba. They are our eternal passengers. As I also train officers has long lasting. Dikereta only our duty and watch this. Benighted and pick up passengers, but still faithfully waiting for our presence to bring back kekeluarganya ".
Hearing the explanation, I like to feel there's something wrong. But the logic is more dominant.
"What the father of their families or the engineer?" I asked idly. He just laughed.
"They and I are the special officer in charge of this train for passengers who patiently waited until late. Passengers like it is our part. "He smiled. Repeat his explanation.
I still do not understand. But officers were soon pushed out. I nyarus tumbled. Recently my feet stepped on the platform floor, I was horrified because the train suddenly took off at high speed. Almost flying. I screamed a little. My heart is feeling loose. My legs were weak beyond measure. I sat on the floor of the platform. Unable to stand. It feels like screaming. But my mouth is locked. The more surprised because my hand as though something was pulling to stand. I stare, turns out my brother who looked pale. I'm very relieved. Oops I was so scared to see a magic train that just ran away. It seemed like a dream. My brother did not say a word while I talked. Guided walk through the hallway to the exit station. My town is always crowded duapuluhempat hours. Many people still hang-hang out at coffee shops around the station.
My brother just asked me what I am okay? I menganggukan head. My throat was feeling dry. My brother went kesebuah shop and bought me a cold drink. My throat felt relieved.
"I can not walk up to the house, because I'm going home aunt. Passengers staying because tomorrow there is the exam paper. I'm afraid to oversleep. So yes you're home alone. This close is it? "Said my brother as he gave me a fare home. I'm so upset. Kok-sempatnya could pick me up, take me home but not all? I protested.
"I've been waiting for you. Apparently yes keretamu late. I really should get going. That there is public transportation. Hurry up. "My body pushed into public transportation without wanting to listen to my explanation. My brother waved his left hand when public transportation.
Five minutes later, I had reached the home page. My mother's father was sitting next diteras. They immediately welcomed me and was busy asking me why I was so late. I explained as he walked into the house. I saw my parents could face pale. Then glanced at each other with each other. I felt ridiculous, has told all distasiun anehku experience tonight. But my parents do not ask again. They told me to get a shower and rest. I felt a coincidence no longer questioned. Clothes with no rest immediately change it again, shower and change clothes. Dikamar sitting alone, contemplating the earlier experience. Somehow I feel a bad heart. Can not believe I feel like I saw my parents earlier diwajah. After the bath fikiranku somewhat fresh. But I had goose bumps and could not believe that this is a railroad kunaiki past years. The period of the train as it still operates in the railroad's capital?
I left the room and went to my parents who were enjoying watching television. My mom asked what I was fine. I just nodded and started asking about the strange experience. Am I not dreaming? Dad patted my shoulder. Then cleared his throat. 'Looks like you is one person in this city that was finally selected to participate in enjoying the ghost train, kid, my father replied calmly. But I'm staring to hear the answer. Ghost train? How could I ride the ghost train? Itukan only stories written by people I have ever heard before.
My father continued. "Once Erry brother also had the chance to experience. That's when he was in high school loh. So now he's ideology of what happened to you. You can not use public transport after the lapse of eight hours was not home yet. Surely you're brave enough to wait for the train. So he took the initiative mungin pick you up. Remembering his experience first, maybe he was afraid the ghost train will pick up his sister as well. And it feels right, right?
"But he said the aunt would be home well. So I was sent home alone. "I muttered.
"Yes, indeed. all the way, the father replied casually. Mother laughed. The important thing is you survived son. Next time do not be too late to go home. Especially fans like you train. Remember son, the last train had already become a legend as the introduction last dikotanya those who return at night. Just ask your brother say if he had gone home. "
"Ah, it's not a train ghost train, his father. Own officers who told me that it was intentionally operated the train because another train had slept all night ", I replied mangkel. Mom giggled as she stroked my hand. Dad remained calm with his cigar. "
Officers who you've met the deceased, son. That's why she's still around there this evening. Believe me sonny, things like this is not the first time. It's just that you're too confident. Too engrossed in your world is realistic. Unable to capture the natural message conveyed air tonight ", my father certainly made me increasingly keki. Ah, the father of the first mostly fantasy. Until more often frighten their children who try to think logically. My father was a puppeteer who is also poet district level.
While the famous city of his birth mother sinden first. But I do not want to be their mindset who like to connect everything with the things that are beyond reason. I hurried into the room after saying good-bye to my parents.
Diranjang, I'm thinking hard. Really my experience, yes Gusti? Ah, just this time I can not wait for the return of my brother. All this time I never menggubris ghost stories about that stupid train. In fact had long heard from the mouth kemulut. Including the story that in fact my brother never told me. I actually just learned of his father earlier narrative. Then I remembered the back of the officer who came and went without a trace of it. About gate suddenly locked. Until I can not escape out of the station when the fear of seeing a train that would take me home. I flinched. Yes, the train was indeed feasible given the nickname the ghost train because of a strange shape, and suddenly away at high speed just after take. Also the train with passengers and staff who founded the fur romaku story now. They are the perennial passenger and staff? Gosh, they're also ghost dong. I suddenly felt a chill because he felt too ashamed to own logic began to waver. After kurangkai-series events at this station, I think I started to believe what my father said. Which kunaiki ghost train! I do not believe think mengkerukan forehead. Because everything looks so real, apart from the odd-odd earlier.
So tonight I have a ghost train, with passengers and staff ghost ghosts? Unless I own a human being?. I still can not believe it. Yet since then I almost never go home again that night by train. Simply taking public transportation alone. Take the train only when it is day or sorei. Good Bye hantuku train. Good Bye-gauge jadulku! Hopefully it's really my last ghost train.
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