The day in which I lost one of my lives…

Good friends! As he hangs to them? Ajam, to my also for the right… ah, that… to vos for the left? AAAHHH JAJAJA WHISTLE CHICOOOO!

Today I bring a totally verídica anecdote to them. Several of the readers already listened to it counted by my same one. For the rest, I request to him that they put a little imagination.

Memory that for approximately 3 years (already as much? Puta that I am old…) it worked in call to center of a company of attendance to the traveller (if, like assist card ignorantes…). Since almost all the company were call to center, we had those hour crazy people of that job class. That is to say, rotating schedules, with rotating francs, and a schedule of exit really choto. If, I said choto!
It is that just in that month of July, hs was called on to me to work from 15 to 23. Considering which I complete subte of the line To passed to 22.57hs through the station Stones, I left 5 minutes before the work, apuradísimo, ran 5 blocks until subte, which, as to that hour nobody travels, arrived in a pedo until the Miserere station, and could calmly take the train me that left 23.11hs.
Thanks to the Almighty, that month were called on to me to be my francs Saturdays and Sundays.
In one of the coldest days of that year, it prepares me to leave house and to direct me to the work. Already from early hours at dawn, when I awoke (11… 11.30hs…) it suspected that all it was not going to me to leave as it wanted. Let us imagine one of the days but cold of the year, so cold that that day, the taxis were handled by pingüinos (thanks Child for so many joys), now that we have the mental image, we try to think that so warm it was going to be I… IF, CORRECT! It was so windbreak, that alongside mine, Barny, the doll of Michellin and a Teletubbie they were skinny.

I raised the Sarmiento, almost empty to the hour in which I took it (14hs approx) and I undertook my route to the work. Memory that day to have had a quite complicated day. Even, to 22,54 hs (1 minute before going to me) memory that sounded my telephone and was neither but nor less than famous Leo Dan, requesting a doctor from Fertile valleys, because it had left nro in the roulette to which he was going to bet to him and finally he did not do it, which produced an important loss to him in its arterial pressure… Question, I had to send a doctor to him, which took 3 minutes to me, and therefore, it caused that it lost I complete subte, ergo, I did not arrive to take the train from 23.11hs and had to hope to the one of 23.55hs!

To this height, the level of rage and wrath that it had in my being, were incredible, the eyes put, my muscles green began to grow extremely… is that… it is that… is that I am not when me enojoooo! Good, perhaps, I exaggerated a little, but enough it was angered. Simply it wanted to arrive fast at my house, and somebody already had been in charge to retard to 45 minutes this desire.
The Marrow of this history, begins when I arrive at the receiving station, that is, Morón.

Next I will do a plane to them of how this distributed the station of Morón as far as the entrances, and where it is left my house, thus is going to be able to understand the events of that night.



Having seen that map, they will include/understand that to leave the station, traveling in the first wagon of the train, it would have to back down a block until the exit, and to return to walk that block that already had backed down, to be able to arrive at my home; that is to say, a passage that could be of 3 blocks, becomes one of 5. Considering which already they were 1.30hs of the dawn, those two blocks of were inadmissible more for my mind.
And then, back in my memory must have had a flash, and to remember all the bad moments of the day, all the idioteces that I committed in my life and all the vaccines that they gave me of very small. Single of that way it had been able to choose between following the two options:
To love, to take care of and to honor the life, to direct to me in center until the exit of the station, located of the same one, and to walk those two blocks of more than it it caused.
B To play being a Talibán Suicida and to jump by the end of walks, shortening the distances towards my home and saving appraised time.

But obvious, I chose option B. For my defense, I must allege that it was not the first time that did this, and always with results than more positive (it felt Jackye to me Chan). Despite this, it happened what had to happen.
The train arrived at the station. All we lowered, vah, all those that we lowered in Morón. Obvious, he was not the unique one that was going to make this luck of feat. Quickly, and before the train starts, all those that we were going to jump by the end of walk we were arranged to do it, when my turn arrived, I jumped with confidence, but we do not forget that it seemed a teletubbie with allergy.
When touching the ground of the channels with my feet, I hit my shoulder against another subject that had made he himself jump that I. Single which he left dismissed for the side of the platform, and I, for the side of the third rail.

For all those ignorantes of excrement, the third rail of the channels of a train is the one that takes the current. The DC that circulates around he himself is generally of 110 volts, but the amazing thing is the incredible amperage of the same one, that is what makes circulate the heavy wagons of the train.

Having explained this, I continue relating the 7 seconds that my fall lasted (that seemed ether to us). When giving this topetazo, and being disguised I of the mascot of the equipment of baseball of simpson, tripped and undertook a tragic trip towards the third rail. As my body approached the floor, only about which it could think era in not touching the third rail with the hand, since if this happened, it was going to stay as a chicken to the spiedo, single that without the chicken and the spiedo…
This agony continued, until at certain moment, finally I could support my hand in the floor, and there I relaxed single to notice that my legs followed in movement. First it supported my left leg on the lubrication stone floor… and soon, my right leg gave between one of the channels and third rail.
Like being able to explain the sensation of that moment with words? Almost impossible, so I will try to be the plus I specify possible. Imagine a kick electrical, now, they multiply that percent and they add a dwarf kicking to him the balls and an old one to him tweaking the nipples to him. Something thus I felt. The electricity ran by my leg, burning my trousers and the leg, causing a fast contractura of the muscle known like Binocular, crossed all my body finally to leave and to return to the floor using my right thumb like bridge. Causing quite deep blisters (that were dried and burned instantaneously with he himself heat of the electricity) and injuries to me.
I calculate that it will have been half second later, when finally I reacted and I raised the head (all this, the train followed mine back and at any time it was going to undertake march, running danger to be squashed by he himself), when making this movement, I saw pass to a person of masculine sex and high age, crossing by the peatonal crossing of the channels, outlining average smile and pronouncing the phrase:

“JÁ, that porrazo, no? Jugale to the 56” (56=la fallen)

And it is here when I take advantage of to retrieve to me; PIECE AS AN OLDER PERSON CHOTO SON OF THOUSAND PUTAS, SO THAT CARAJO INSTEAD OF PASSING CAGANDOTE OF LAUGHTER OF MY, YOU DID NOT COME TO HELP TO ME, FOSSIL IN MOVEMENT BADLY TAKEN BY A DONKEY WITH CIFILIS!

Returning to the subject, I raised the head, I saw happen to old choto that it said that to me, and quickly I rose and I felt invaded by that electricity that happened through my body (and by cagazo to that the train happens to me through above…) and I left at full speed running in the direction of my house. I arrived, I disinfected my wounds with alcohol (note: hurt of burns, THEY DO NOT BECOME DISINFECTED WITH ALCOHOL, HURTS MUUUCHOOO), I watched the mirror, and I realized of which calmly a second could have died… later, laughed to outbursts of laughter. Madness? Joy to be alive? I am a cat? I am re cat? I follow really alive!

Think it. Love its life. Say to him that NOT to drugs, and if to the trolas.