The first carriage was downgraded, and I sat with her legs spread like a cat when stretched, sitting comfortably secure the empty seat in front of me , on which I had thrown bag and jacket.
On the one hand I had the window, behind which the sky was colored in orange and pink on the profile of the mountains. Second, the corridor and four seats of which only one occupied in the far corner, by a man such property to blend in with the seat itself up to become invisible.
The carriage was quiet, as almost all the passengers had got off at the stop before leaving it half empty.
short, I was at peace with the world and especially by train.
But then he comes.
The floor of the car starts to jerk rhythmically and the sound of heavy panting is getting closer. The Big Belly
manifests itself suddenly in the corridor next to me like a big grizzly mangy with asthma.
I am terrified. I look at him, then occupied the seat in front of my stuff and then the three vacancies on the other side of the corridor.
The Big Belly literally throws his briefcase on the rack above me with a rotation of the body that remembers the weight throwers in the Olympics.
I try in every way to show him with his eyes the three empty seats on the side, but he will not smear row.
Fixed baggage, raises a burly arm without a word and indicates the seat in front of me. My nerves are starting to creak and within seconds I bile salt to the brain.
Not to mention, but accentuating every movement with powerful bursts of anger and vents, allowing them to remove my stuff from sinking into the seat with all his bulk.
So, once you are settled, I stand with all my stuff and I move the seat side, or one of three vacancies and wide that he has foolishly avoided. The Big Belly
looks at me with a vague air dazed without understanding the reasons for my move.
I gather from all over the story that some people should explain things elementary writing them on large signs like those who use prompters on TV.
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