tea was served in paper cup and also tasted like soap. Milk by hand, was cold, but the novel he was carrying in my hands, at least it was good. While the din that prevailed throughout the airport terminal in Madrid Barajas, did not allow me to conduct a quiet and peaceful reading, which I would like.
But the matter was not at least the four airport terminals of the capital, were jammed with people and suitcases, which came and went with no set course, because the reporting of Aena and airlines, were sent to one place to another without giving any explanation of why no flights out. Just some minor explanations, saying that air traffic controllers had been taken ill, or had felt indisposed, all at once and were recovering from their dizziness, curiously all together and limited partnerships, "in the great hall, an important and popular hotel, close to Madrid airport.
Chaos, mounted a boycott of the drivers was frightening, suddenly, people were queuing before, regular and quietly, before check-in, began to get excited, to seek clarification, to prosecute people Aena, and immediately ask for a credible and fair, which they deserved, and which no one gave them. The issue was beginning to become entrenched, as they passed the minutes and hours passed, the tragedy began to chew. A tragedy airport.
I, who only expected, it was not going anywhere, I closed my book, it was impossible to read, "and I walked around the terminal where I was, the noise and was generally not without reason, as this group of workers, who have a salary and would like others, with working hours, and would like others and that make his a frock coat and passed through the triumphal arch laws, and what Worse, the hopes and dreams of the people who pays their wages.
Many people are desperate, they looked like they were hovering over the dark shadow of the loss reserves of its flights and hotels abroad, others equipped with a huge number of suitcases and children, looked away as the opportunity to take their children to a French theme park, while they viewed as next to the dreams of their children in learning to Pluto, they went well, the thousands euros spent in the activity. Some, mostly foreigners, "were viewed as isolated in Madrid, without knowing the country, or language, because they were there waiting for a second flight to take them to their countries of origin. Others, not few, "put the voice in heaven, because of these individuals could not return to their jobs on time, and thought-not without reason that this occurrence could cost them their job. A young woman of about twenty, was crying in a corner sitting on a pink suitcase, while habalba by phone, telling his interlocutor, or much changed the going to a movie or having to cancel the wedding, quite simply, that the bride, she was not going to be on time to the altar.
The timing of the peak, came when he joined them, the group of passengers who were evacuated from a transcontinental flight when their plane and rolled down the runway. The issue was tricky, very tricky. Threatening and disillusioned voices were heard above everyone else. Many do not even know that was the inability to fly, when they had reached the first journalists cover the news. Everything was in chaos, queues multiplied by dozens of desks, insults and bad manners, I repeat, that with all the right, is repeated every time in more languages \u200b\u200band the desperation of many, who saw no other way to get their destination, "you could see and chewed on the environment.
But as in most cases of despair and collective bad mood, there was one thing, incredible, memorable. Near where was the bulk of the blame and outrage, a group of people, of various ages and both sexes began to sing with angelic voices deep, a group of heavenly voices within human bodies amid situation stifling, where the burden and poor baba was constant.
group vocals, started to carry out an operetta song, warming the vocal cords. Suddenly, everyone turned around, or we turn, "towards them, suddenly, the general buzz and the voices started to decline gradually, reaching a moment few seconds, when most of the terminal remained silent, listening and marveling at the track a cappella interpreted by this group. Group on the other hand, waiting for a flight to come to an appearance in London, he spent waiting to be tested.
When the group stopped in the practice of testing with this first issue, the noise returned to the terminal, voices took over again from people who saw the bridge flying, crying because they can not reach your own wedding, and the faces of children and parents disappointed because of some individuals who charge more than they deserve and ask the street people who understand the incomprehensible.
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