C'è la voce del signore in metropolitana che mi sta molto simpatica. Tempo fa, nel passaggio dai vagoni stravecchi a quelli intermedi-vecchi (insomma quelli che c'erano prima di quelli bianchi che ci sono adesso), c'era la voce depressa depressing and a sad girl. Every morning in high school began with a nice molasses black slime: Rediromaprossimafermatasangiovanni, rediromanextstopsangiovanni . And everybody in the wagon sad sigh ...
Luckily they shot and put away his voice, much more friendly, this crafty old man (I imagine him with a mustache, waistcoat and a nice red chair in the ass): King of Rome! Next stop ... San Juan!
And when you arrive at the station is also the voice suspanse: King of Rome, out side ... LEFT! They all throw left. Hihi ... old joker! Since Boccea
work but I discovered the dark secret. A Battistini, At the terminus of the hill, everything changes.
As an old fireplace with a pipe and next, Mr. METRO turns into a horrible bureaucrat, brisk and computer.
Battistini, Stop! We pray the gentlemen passengers get off the train! The final
I do not like in books, films, reports and travel ... behold, now I do not like even more when traveling by subway!
Damn geezer ... certainly has yellowed mustache and smells of tobacco ... rotten teeth ... and bad breath!
V.
ps: perhaps it was the depression that preceded it sounded like the last stop! Battistini, Stop the train. Abandon all hope ye who exits.
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