Always read the newspaper
-free card because he is unable to do so shows the money to the controller. But he is forced to get out police station
of SHULIM Vogelmann
OAS_RICH ('Left');
Yes, no arms, with two stumps made of three fingers sprouting from his shoulders. You got on the train with his forces. Put down the shoulder bag on the ground with enormous effort of the neck and pushes with his feet under the seat. Collapses in the chair. Behind the thick myopic glasses all his physical and psychological suffering as a gesture so simple for others to board the train. Deep breaths to still the beating of the heart. Will have maximum three decades.
start with. Just before the station (...) passing the controller. A girl of twenty-five made up with great care and impeccable uniforms. Reached the boy with no arms asked the ticket. These, articulating his words with great difficulty, managed to murmur a disjointed sentence: "No ticket, no make it in time, disability and handicap". With his mouth (the neck bends unnaturally, the veins swell, his face turns purple) pulls from his pocket a bunch of money. They are the exact figure for the fare. The controller counts them and bureaucratic tone tells the guy who does not do enough because the train ticket costs, in this case, fifty euro more. The boy says he has no mumbling the more money he can not pay any premium, and his voice cracking with tears for the repeated humiliation "Handicap, handicap." 
The passengers of the car, myself included, following the scene with bated breath, many with their eyes planted on the ground, without even the courage to look. At this point, the girl becomes harder and turns to the guy with a dismissive tone, as if it were a criminal, has a look in his eyes accusingly slamming in the face of that poor wretch. To defend the young man tries to write something to communicate what can not be said, with her mouth takes the pen from his pocket and tries to write something on the table. The girl takes the pen and severely rebuked him, saying that you do not write on the tables of the train. The car fell silent ice cream. I wish to speak, yet they are locked.
The passengers of the car, myself included, following the scene with bated breath, many with their eyes planted on the ground, without even the courage to look. At this point, the girl becomes harder and turns to the guy with a dismissive tone, as if it were a criminal, has a look in his eyes accusingly slamming in the face of that poor wretch. To defend the young man tries to write something to communicate what can not be said, with her mouth takes the pen from his pocket and tries to write something on the table. The girl takes the pen and severely rebuked him, saying that you do not write on the tables of the train. The car fell silent ice cream. I wish to speak, yet they are locked. OAS_RICH ('Middle');
The girl decides to answer the question in another way and in accordance with the procedure learned in the course for experienced controllers goes in search of bold steps to guard . With his departure from the scene come up for air travelers, and we all hope that the story ends there: a reprehensible way, a shame no queue, the controller gives up and is devoted to check the tickets to the rest of the train. But no.
Epilogue of the story. Sent down from the disabled train, before police abandoned the car, the girl calls the cops controller to write down my generalities. Astonished, I ask why. "Why did you hurt." "Did I not say bad words? I've prevented from doing your job?" I ask more and more incredulous. Answer: "You told me you are rude." I get up and get my license. While a police officer shall record my data on a sheet asking the girl to tell me your name to know for whom I had the pleasure to speak. She, after a moment of disorientation, sounding satisfied, I said it was not required to give their data and tells me that if I could record the number of the train.
Then ask a reference to the police and they too refuse and advised me to simply signal: Police train (...). I of course meant many things, but the lady sitting next to me whispered to me not to say anything, and I decide to follow the board sits down again. Police officers and inspectors leave the car and the train starts. The words of my neighbor's place were the only words of solidarity that I have heard in this whole ugly story. For the rest, were all still, silent, observing.
The author is a writer and editor
Given the festive atmosphere I would wish to make a girl protagonist of the episode: I hope you never fall, even temporarily, disabling condition, because surely there is some other idiot ready to act, to her, how she behaved toward others.
The girl decides to answer the question in another way and in accordance with the procedure learned in the course for experienced controllers goes in search of bold steps to guard . With his departure from the scene come up for air travelers, and we all hope that the story ends there: a reprehensible way, a shame no queue, the controller gives up and is devoted to check the tickets to the rest of the train. But no.
are back in two. This time, however, before they reach the young disabled person, from my seat block and sub-controller and conductor do that given the special circumstances of the case is perhaps his frustration with a little 'more than compassion.
The young disabled person, totally at the mercy of events, now no longer tries to speak, but understands that probably will be allowed to continue their journey in the dining car and then lifted, with the 'fit of those who escaped from a danger of those who see the threat vanish, leans forward and kisses her hand the conductor. Epilogue of the story. Sent down from the disabled train, before police abandoned the car, the girl calls the cops controller to write down my generalities. Astonished, I ask why. "Why did you hurt." "Did I not say bad words? I've prevented from doing your job?" I ask more and more incredulous. Answer: "You told me you are rude." I get up and get my license. While a police officer shall record my data on a sheet asking the girl to tell me your name to know for whom I had the pleasure to speak. She, after a moment of disorientation, sounding satisfied, I said it was not required to give their data and tells me that if I could record the number of the train.
Then ask a reference to the police and they too refuse and advised me to simply signal: Police train (...). I of course meant many things, but the lady sitting next to me whispered to me not to say anything, and I decide to follow the board sits down again. Police officers and inspectors leave the car and the train starts. The words of my neighbor's place were the only words of solidarity that I have heard in this whole ugly story. For the rest, were all still, silent, observing.
The author is a writer and editor
Given the festive atmosphere I would wish to make a girl protagonist of the episode: I hope you never fall, even temporarily, disabling condition, because surely there is some other idiot ready to act, to her, how she behaved toward others.
