left Venice on the train and fourteen hours of inter-ventimilacinquecentosettantaquattro ZERODUE to Bologna, or rather, I try to go by train inter ventimilacinquecentosettantaquattro ZERODUE for fourteen hours of Bologna since, came away from infernal sun under the canopy of the station in Venice Saint Lucia, I find it empty, and no two tracks and gentle at the same time, irritating female voice from the speakers tell me
plìnplòn
inform our customers that the train [inter] number [ventimilacinquecentosettantaquattro] , hours [quattoRdiciedueminuti] for [BolognacentRale] , coming with a late, [millantanove] minutes.
plìnplòn
None of this is, indeed, only people who pay sweat, pissed off, muttering that waits in silence, which turns his face to the oracle of the black board of hours (which some theorize is equipped with its own will), grazing sheep, small pizza as well tame.
to fourteen and ten minutes the train from Bologna and on the track ten: on the platform thirty-five degrees inside the car at least forty. Head restraints dripping fat accumulated during the many winters of service, the arms of the passengers seem to vent chimneys that rise from the horizon spit their flames of Porto Marghera. Not enough to fully open the windows to stop this dripping. Obviously the air conditioning does not work, since I pay monthly subscription of only € fifty-nine. Upon completion of this pleasant picture of early summer, he ran into a practical example of the "Theorem the Old Lady "that enlightens me and makes me understand how things really are:
Old Lady
theorem (or paradox of the open window)
As a passenger of the railway was Frenitalia hours, defined by you the temperature in degrees Kelvin external environment and you measured the temperature inside the car, out the window with Δxl'apertura closer to the passenger in question and the y lady (etàsignora> 65 years) sitting on the seat behind the passenger, if
T ≥ 308.15 K (35 ° C) and AT = Ti - Te ≥ 5K
then labeled with the maximum possible opening of the window on its guides, it follows that
lim Δx = l
Δx → x
But since we also Δx → x
y = f (x)
it is clear that y, that the lady, the increase of Δx will be increasingly inclined to get up from your seat along a curve to rudely ask for Boolean front passenger to close the window to avoid the well-known phenomenon of "Maxwell's demon".
In other words, my window has been closed until the arrival at the station courtesy of Monselice and I contributed the most fattening of the seats of the train-green Padania interrregionale ventimilacinquecentosettantaquattro.
As further evidence of this "theorem" Old Lady "and my anger towards the wrong railways, get on the train regional seimilaquattrocentovetisette of three thirty-five p.m. from Padua to Mantua. It 's a railcar. Salgo, which are the three thirty-five p.m. split and I think, a bit of 'I'll be home, just bring more patience and endure' I'm hot for another quarter of an hour. But the quarter of an hour passes and the train if they're still standing in the sun Monselice. There is something wrong. Shortly thereafter, another ten minutes, an ambulance arrived and the men come down from the orange to get hot and then the train stopped. Maybe someone will be felt unwell, I think. And so, in fact. The stretcher off the train with a lady on board in a state of unconsciousness before being loaded into the ambulance. Perhaps, I suppose, some individual who was sitting in the front wanted at all costs keep the window open on the way to feel conceited Padova-Monselice the wind in your face, regardless of the inevitable consequences of the "Theorem of the Old Lady." Someone fabled the cause instead of the poor were forty degrees inside the car, because of the heat and lack of air conditioning ... bah! Gossip period.
The train starts half an hour late and then some more.
