Wednesday, March 24th, 2010
I read an article on the blog of Quinceberry. She spoke about trains, about subways there.... She(it) finished her(its) article by these words
" Are you has person train? "
And there, I can only answer " YES! ". By reading its article, I left in past, the TGV(HST) and even the coral did not still exist. We again saw crossing(spending) railcars, you know the red reams(trains) which acted as TER(REGIONAL EXPRESS TRAIN) when one had had even yet no idea of it of the TER(REGIONAL EXPRESS TRAIN), that with the railcar, we went to everything tiny villages, even those where there was a quite small quite small tiny riquiquite station... And when she(it) passed, we said " yours here is the railcar of such hour " and then as I lived in quoted(esteemed) by a grade crossing in a very big part(party) of my life, one counted cars with the friends and later, we saw if we had found the same number of cars and when it was a passengers train, we made cuckoo to people who were in the train and they, they answered us.
When I was small, my maternal grandparents lived to Lescar, in quoted(esteemed) by Po (moreover to distinguish our maternal grandparents of our grandparents paternal, we said Grandma or Grandpa de Lescar and Grandpa d' Aubagne). Thus, at the moment, holidays, Grandma de Lescar came to look for me by train and one brought in all 2 by train. She could come often parceque Grandpa was a railroad employee and that that gave z' advantages of which that to travel gratos or almost... We returned at her by the night train, in a couchette. We slept top-to-tail in the same couchette, I liked(loved) not too much parcequ' there were the feet not far from my nose but it was enough to turn(shoot) and feet passed behind. Thus, a part(party) of the journey took place at night, rocked by the tchouc-tchouc-tchouc of the train. Before sleeping or the morning, we picniced in the train, later, ben we made what we wanted we could read, play, be made friends-friend of trains whom we never saw again(revised) later. We ran(roamed) in corridors(lanes), parceque in the time(period), it was trains with compartments with a corridor(lane) on the highly-rated, and when we wanted to circulate it was necessary to flatten against the wall by saying " forgiveness, excuse I..... " On the way out and on the way back. We could open windows also, they bent and we made steal our hair by making as if we took(brought) out the head. Down, he had written there that it was dangerous to bend "E pericoloso spogiersi".... When there was a train which crossed us he(it) honked to make cuckoo to the driver of our train and everybody jumped only by hearing(understanding) the horn, then we re - still jumped when the train passed in quoted(esteemed) by us. During the time(weather) of the journey, the car became as a small village, any small young... Everybody spoke to itself, shared a package of candies, cakes, helped " wait, I am going to help you line up/to lower your suitcase ". Above banquettes it skai green SNCF(French National Railway Company), there were ugly paintings(boards) of corners(places) of France which everybody messed but that decorated and then that felt(smelt) the train..... A funny mixture of smell, the skai of armchairs, the smell of people, the cigarette.... And then there was this stabbing noise, tchouc-tchouc-tchouc which(who) rocked us.... (During years, in my family we tried to reproduce the noise of the train, we had eventually found(eventually turned out) that best, it was keuleumeuneu, keuleumeuneu, keuleumeuneu, the quite good in rhythm).
By increasing(growing), I less took the train. Not specially need... I resumed(took back) him(it) in 89 to go to Orléans and on the way back, I had the cabin for me alone, I lengthened(stretched out) on the banquette, I read, I slept, I liked. In 96, I have make Caen-Lyon by way of Le Mans with my 2 children.... My son had 3 months. In Le Mans, I had a sir who waited for me to help me to lower(to go down) my baby carriage, to make me cross(spend) the way with my convoy and me make go back up(raise,go back up) in my train of correspondence.... Great Cro!!!! By getting on the train, I realized that places reserved for my daughter and I were to milieur of ream(train) zutalors, what I make of my son in his baby carriage??? Even not he(it) passes in the corridor(lane) due to wanting to win of the place(square), we lose it quoted(esteemed) practice. I took my most beautiful smile and I asked the persons near the door if we could change place(square) so that I can have my baby carriage in quoted(esteemed) by me.... They could not, they had to watch their luggage, I had that to leave my baby carriage in the sieve(airlock) with my son inside..... The idiots (moreover if you recognize, know that I am almost mistaken to you always so much 14 years later I wish you that one day somebody made cross(spend) its suitcases before your wheelchair!). Fortunately, the strength was with me, and a gentile to controleur (that its road is decorated with flowers for the rest of its life) Which(Who) passed there by sheer luck, installed(settled) us all 3 in an empty ream(train) voui voui a whole ream(train) for us alone. A mom and her children joined us, I put the nacelle of my landeau on a banquette little to part so that my beloved baby sleeps soundly, the children played, ran(roamed) in the ream(train) (as a result, nobody dared to enter while the train was crammed!) and one in chatted all the length it was as when I was small (without I was big) and I liked.
In 2005, I resumed(took back) him(it) to go in Burgundy more cabins, a big room with heights of armchair to win of the place(square), 7 hour of train be completely squeezed(tightened) in my armchair.... I read all the length, I hated there was not more than a keuleumeuneu.....
I believe that I did not resume(take back) the train since, I not did not need it but I always like(love) that of when I was small and also park them.... I love stations also but that it is another history(story)!