Christmas is the best time to cross the length and breadth of France. Hundreds of miles to eat in his hometown with a plate full of cream, a log with cream too, and finish on a coffee and a whole box of chocolates, all washed down with wines widely in all colors . And it is the heart and stomach that heavy going home, because we must be part of that France is moving forward. Now I, to advance this time, I took the train.
Yesterday, I love this train, I was not happy. Normally, I am delighted to travel by train. I therefore welcome the order of the ticket that I order on the internet for the impression of being the Man of the twenty-first century. I look forward even when I remove this entry to self-service kiosk where I seem to dominate the world of technology (so good, there are the fantasies we can). I look forward to walking with rapid steps towards my dock, because it makes traveling nobody knows I'm going to Bar-sur-Seine and not New York. I look forward even when I sit in the easy chair by gauging those who will be my traveling companions, they are anonymous, but I love them anyway. And finally I am glad those few hours I'll be nice and slowly, away from the world, where I have the choice between reading and sleeping, a simple kind of paradise.
But yesterday it was closer to hell than paradise, because of these technologies-even as I admired a few lines above. Technology is good when it is used intelligently and politely, but when there is neither one nor the other, it becomes unbearable. Regarding intelligence, I would like to know what happened in the mind of the guy who decided we could play music with his mobile phone. It is said that there is no Nobel Prize for mathematics because Mrs. Nobel was close friends with a mathematician, and it annoyed him very much Mr. Nobel. I wonder if this is not the same thing with this man who had this crazy idea to install a mini speaker on a phone, thinking perhaps that would ban completely the music and musicians in recent years, How Machiavellian plan. In addition, there is no technological marvel in this, it's just a bad speaker installed on a machine, no technical skill to admire.
brings me to my second point: the politeness. How can we not think for one moment that it may disturb someone to spend in a car zouk Coral? At first, it lends an ear, you say "no, they did not even decide when to listen to music here?". If so, they decided. It takes full five minutes or thirty seconds of our ability to pay, and then lists the solutions to two: one I get up and ask them politely and firmly to stop it immediately, it is courageous and teaching, perhaps they will think next time, two I take my bag, my book and my jacket and I'm going to settle down side is selfish and a bit loose. I finally chose the latter, and I'm not proud. I should learn it a bit to open my mouth from time to time.
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