LA MANO NEGRA DEL METRO DE MADRID
problems of Metro de Madrid are well known by all, but now it does not look at politicians like to blame for the deterioration and malfunction of the Metro, but the workers themselves. It seems incredible, but the regional government check balls out and leaves a question in the air employees are in the spotlight because of the many acts of sabotage in recent weeks . According to the Madrid workers would cut the cables, loosen the screws, hinder the movement ... to discredit the functioning of the underground in recent months. Fortunately, in Spain there is a presumption of innocence, I can not imagine 300 people in court testifying before the coroner, the reason for their criminal actions and why they prefer to leave work to become real gangsters, who are led by dark forces, to overthrow power Dona Esperanza Aguirre and smear the good model of the popular party in Madrid.
All these statements are the politicians of the Consistory shuffled Madrid to explain the great damage caused in recent times. Seven
sabotage in two days are many and, of course, you need a good explanation to appease the spirits of thousands of people arriving every day late to work or study sites. incidents on trains have become widespread since the policy and inaugurations ampliamiento started a few months ago in suburban declare sources of the Community of Madrid.
The excuse has gained strength in recent times. Constant breakdowns are due to the actions of employees of Metro itself that hinder the smooth operation of trains. That is, now there is an explanation of the malfunction of the Metro and a few months ago did not exist. Sabotage removed the main role of the multitude of damages sustained, for example, the Lina 6, 7.9 and 10 in the last two years. The failure of earlier blamed on maintenance problems and the use of aging trains.
Then we came to a conclusion that is not going to like the employees of Metro: seems that in the two cases are to blame . Failure to do maintenance, or replace old parts with new ones, the workers directly or indirectly endanger hundreds of thousands of people every day, or were accused of sabotage .
thing is very simple: at the moment interested in taking the EFFICIENCY of the Metro and the lack of collaboration of its employees, leaving them as criminals and political they must solve the problem as heroes. Everybody wants to hang medals when they see the right opportunity, but not interested in investigating the alleged black hands that corrupt the proper functioning of the underground. They like to speculate on the possibility not yet proven - that the fault of others.
And meanwhile, we continue with the ongoing openings pre-election months. How strange!, Employees still have not thrown stones at the Mayor or his president, not yet have sabotaged the opening ceremony of any of the seasons ... I wonder if they will be also which removed the box office staff, and also those who replace their own colleagues for vending machines, in addition, we require the exact price of the amount, or else you risk running out of tickets.
Of all these things are spoken: staff cuts, little or no investment, labor unrest due to little if they do ... for example: the old parts that wear out can not be replaced in a few hours because they are made in Spain but also in Germany. These and many other things happen on the subway in Madrid but to anyone interested to bring them out. But you can still curl curl over and turn it over to the case: what if behind all tucked go sabotage the directors of the company of Metro de Madrid , What would happen if some employees have been bought by these managers see, and if so, what benefits these managers take economic, political, urban ...? conspiracy theory 's the good thing is, we can speculate on all possibilities and no one will fault. You just make assumptions and leaves in the air. If all the problems we applied this criterion will end up leaving the subject of boredom, or simply charge him to believe that weaker, which has everything lose.
This lamentable spectacle leaves a bad impression on citizens who, day after day, have slight delays that kill nerve-racking.
by Dani.
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LA HORA CERO. TERCER ANIVERSARIO DEL 11-M
Zero hour is the hour in which time is not a dead hour in which everything is stopped and you can see the past. Sometimes that time is good news for life but can also carry bad news. When people get into that small space of time realizes that something has changed in his life.
This is what happened to the families of the victims of terrorism. That day, at that particular time, the world took a turn in his life. Zero hour was approaching for all of them, and did not know nor could predict, so that as each day went to their jobs without having any suspicion that damn time around them slowly, very slowly. The moment came and I, a victim, I realized that everything around me stopped, all I knew was gone and had entered fully into the zero hour. The first ten minutes were horrible panic, I could not speak, could not move, could not get out of the trance in which he was involved, but I realized that something serious was happening. After another five minutes I felt a wave of uncontrollable panic and started to move to go outside where could be heard far away the sound of ambulances and police cars, though, I actually did not hear any sound because in my mind only repeated again and again the big explosion that had rocked the train. A few minutes later, out of the wagon and people were running from one place to another to try to rescue anyone alive. A man approached one of the cars and went inside, wearing a yellow vest and holding a briefcase, after a few seconds came to the place where I was and I cried something in his ear, I could not hear anything I said, so he told me beckoning the ground and I dropped to the ground very slowly. The man's face resembled the color of his vest, and his eyes bloodshot, tired, and sad, looked him much older than it was. The man spoke to me, but I could not understand him and all he did was staring into space because everything was spinning. Then he lifted me off the ground and another colleague, who had arrived, I put a blanket over the body and for the first time, I could see the disaster that was around us, every muscle in my body was paralyzed, all over the floor were scattered pieces of rail together with blood and other things that could not or would not explain, also both left and right you could see the great damage that caused the explosion and the huge holes that broke the metal and smashed the windows, leaving a horrible scene. The partner dragged me out of place and an ambulance took me close to heal a large wound in his leg that made me limp. They had spent forty five minutes a happened all, and I was lying on a stretcher, then, I decided to join and saw several journalists filming it all. Near where I was, there was another journalist from images a laptop and showed me the instant he had caught (just before), next to a car that had been affected by the explosion. Those pictures are etched in my mind and I thought all families at that time have lost a child, a parent, ultimately, to a loved one. A tear fell down my cheek, then a girl asked me a picture with her camera, and someone grabbed my arm and injected a sedative to suffer no more, then, before closing his eyes looked at the clock nurses and I saw what had happened an hour, hour long, painful and distressing of all my life.
A month after the bombing me was reading a newspaper sitting on a train station, in a column of a page showed my picture and read the footnotes. When I finished, I kept thinking about the title of the article: Zero hour . Of course, that title was the best to describe the story just told.
This is what happened to the families of the victims of terrorism. That day, at that particular time, the world took a turn in his life. Zero hour was approaching for all of them, and did not know nor could predict, so that as each day went to their jobs without having any suspicion that damn time around them slowly, very slowly. The moment came and I, a victim, I realized that everything around me stopped, all I knew was gone and had entered fully into the zero hour. The first ten minutes were horrible panic, I could not speak, could not move, could not get out of the trance in which he was involved, but I realized that something serious was happening. After another five minutes I felt a wave of uncontrollable panic and started to move to go outside where could be heard far away the sound of ambulances and police cars, though, I actually did not hear any sound because in my mind only repeated again and again the big explosion that had rocked the train. A few minutes later, out of the wagon and people were running from one place to another to try to rescue anyone alive. A man approached one of the cars and went inside, wearing a yellow vest and holding a briefcase, after a few seconds came to the place where I was and I cried something in his ear, I could not hear anything I said, so he told me beckoning the ground and I dropped to the ground very slowly. The man's face resembled the color of his vest, and his eyes bloodshot, tired, and sad, looked him much older than it was. The man spoke to me, but I could not understand him and all he did was staring into space because everything was spinning. Then he lifted me off the ground and another colleague, who had arrived, I put a blanket over the body and for the first time, I could see the disaster that was around us, every muscle in my body was paralyzed, all over the floor were scattered pieces of rail together with blood and other things that could not or would not explain, also both left and right you could see the great damage that caused the explosion and the huge holes that broke the metal and smashed the windows, leaving a horrible scene. The partner dragged me out of place and an ambulance took me close to heal a large wound in his leg that made me limp. They had spent forty five minutes a happened all, and I was lying on a stretcher, then, I decided to join and saw several journalists filming it all. Near where I was, there was another journalist from images a laptop and showed me the instant he had caught (just before), next to a car that had been affected by the explosion. Those pictures are etched in my mind and I thought all families at that time have lost a child, a parent, ultimately, to a loved one. A tear fell down my cheek, then a girl asked me a picture with her camera, and someone grabbed my arm and injected a sedative to suffer no more, then, before closing his eyes looked at the clock nurses and I saw what had happened an hour, hour long, painful and distressing of all my life.
A month after the bombing me was reading a newspaper sitting on a train station, in a column of a page showed my picture and read the footnotes. When I finished, I kept thinking about the title of the article: Zero hour . Of course, that title was the best to describe the story just told.
NOTE: This story was written by me, months after the attack. I was not in any of the trains, even in the hours went by later, where he sees many people helping the wounded out of cars. But it left a deep and terrible sense to me to and around the world with minimal feelings, they tried feel, at least, the suffering of those who suffered. Therefore, I decided to write these lines I hope, have reflected the feeling of loneliness and anguish suffered by all traveling in these trains on 11th March 2004.
by Dani.
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