Family Baggage 
Family Baggage is as follows: low mother and bespectacled, fat girl that smells of popcorn, grandfather tortoise with gray hair and three carry-old giant and bulky luggage.
Family Luggage, today, took my own train, but I did not know anything.
Unaware of their annoying presence, I decided to get up fifteen minutes before the train's arrival, enjoy a little peace in the space between two cars.
me, I am standing at the exit to see the mountains which are flammable at sunset, with the cool evening air that penetrates the window and flap I lash my face. Suddenly, a movement known
left: the compartment door slowly began to open itself.
glimpse of an old blue canvas bag with brown leather trim that peeps from the door. When the suitcase came out all its incredible length, which appears here is the bespectacled mother, wiping his forehead after the huge effort of pushing.
Immediately after the child is fat, announced by a disgusting smell of popcorn, holding barely a second bag, smaller than the first but just as old. At the suggestion of the mother, the child support the case over to the big one, then wedged into the space between the mother and the suitcases.
I try to keep the nerves at bay. My living space has been greatly reduced, but still have a few inches before the step in front of me and some free span behind your back.
The compartment door opens again. This time out a huge case, the largest of all, totally incellofanata from which to check a telescopic trolley handle-free. The suitcase barely penetrates the narrow space left, going to be located in the only point still at, or behind my legs.
gain the last few inches before exit to avoid being overwhelmed the fury of the mega pack.
And then check out victorious the last family member, who has pushed out the huge luggage with the sheer force of his hands: the legendary turtle grandfather.
As I see it, I hate him.
he positioned himself in the narrow space left, I almost find myself stuck at the gate. Family Baggage is happy, I hold the anger in his teeth.
is now a matter of minutes, I say to myself. I can resist.
Just when we are near the station, a young girl opened the compartment door and try to sneak in the luggage of the Family Baggage to reach the bathroom.
The mountain of suitcases and blocking the entrance to the hide at the sight of the bathroom door.
Grandfather Turtle watches her curiously.
The girl asks him where the bathroom and he, generous and caring, not only shows him, but decided to move the giant suitcase to get through.
course, the moves on me.
I do not see anymore. I turned like a fury, uttered insults and grunts, shot down two suitcases and opened the door violently between cars abandoned to its fate the Family Baggage.
Once down, I note with great satisfaction that his grandfather tortoise and the family are still shut in, with baggage that block their access to the train door.
The smell of train is a unique and mysterious aroma, the result of horrible fragrances that blend into the convoys saturating the environment. 
