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record on the bed to Bologna Central Station (written in Word, copy):

" PORTURA TO TRACK LUGGAGE 1 "

Portura? Portura? Massa, inventiamoci a new language. Because" transport "is so outdated. It takes a language Futurist Marinetti, able to express the dynamism, modernity, the ruthlessness, the technicality of the wonderful world Trenitalia. Next
so.

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Dear bodies traveling,

train delays? The fault is yours. Here is the testimony of Damiano

" I? Commuter 4 years. We formed a committee of the commuter line Civitavecchia / Rome. The answer that has been provided with regard to the delays was: "Trains are late for those like you spend too much time to board the trains from the docks, in a particular way on a rainy day .

Got it? You are slow. You are not trained enough. Arrive at the station and to the track on the sly. You stop the country with your laziness. Take the train is not a walk, gentlemen. It requires physical fitness, alertness, speed of execution. Twenty ups a day and hour of jogging in the park, at a minimum. When it rains, bring an umbrella. In fact, no: the umbrella is closed and then this slows down the operations of boarding. A bell'impermeabile and forth, singing in the rain (but the shelters? There are no shelters? What does it matter the rain, dr. Trenitalia?).

A body traveling anonymously informs us then another brilliant initiative of dr. Trenitalia:

" Today (June 6, ed), I did four hours standing because they had the good idea not to put the most cards when a place is booked. Ergo, if it comes dude you have to get the reservation, and if the train is overloaded, 'Your Means. "

Yeah. Because obviously the person in charge of booking the cards was too high a cost to be incurred for the Company. A service that could easily be eliminated. And then, what are these cards obsolete? Via. Eliminamoli. Not hindered by booking seats from x to y, while the others are a surprise. A kind of Russian roulette: if you sit here without booking you do so at your own risk. Maybe you're lucky, maybe you must, get up and do the rest of the journey standing. So learn not to make a reservation, beggar! (In brackets: if all the seats are subject to reservations are booked, what happens to those from x to y? Kept free for those who are still not available, and if one wants to book should be resigned to participate in Russian Roulette? Mah).

Thumbs up towards the dead end.

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office that there was

Try looking on the site of Trenitalia , a phone number, e-mail, a recipient any place to go to complain about the service. Does not exist. In the shimmering blue-green world Trenitalia there are no protests, complaints, dysfunction or disruption to report. Everything is perfect, fast, punctual. The only chance you have to make your voice heard is to fill in a form in the customer area, where you can submit your comments. A note ensures that you will receive a response no later than thirty days. I once tried. Months have passed and I have never responded. Try it yourself and then let us know.
is the reason for Frenitalia . Frenitalia is the sad reality of Trenitalia, the company that takes care to hide. That of delayed trains, services unnecessary or inoperative, decaying trains, the cattle cars that break leaving on foot. Frenitalia was created to provide a service Trenitalia that, in its vision and perfettudine, you forgot to provide: complaints that the office was not there before, now there. And it's free. And you must not make any card or SuperMegaRailStar Charter Club Eurostar. You only need to send us an email. And wait for the next train late.

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Regional train 6427

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

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.