The other day, for reasons that do not come to the case, I traveled in Renfe Confort. I arrived in Chamartín expectant, and there I found that the sign of 'discuss the improvements' had disappeared, so everything was going well: the transport, the country, the progress. I thought, on the way to the car, what would be that of comfort, where would the adjective take me, if the world was magical realism or nineteenth, if it was poetry; I fantasized…
The other day, for reasons that do not come to the case, I traveled in Renfe Confort. I arrived in Chamartín expectant, and there I found that the sign of 'discuss the improvements' had disappeared, so everything was going well: the transport, the country, the progress. I thought, on the way to the car, what would be that of comfort, where would the adjective take me, if the world was magical realism or nineteenth, if it was poetry; I fantasized…