Recalling the sad anniversary of the last few days (11 March), I bring up a fact that I find myself in particular, at least, curious.
Under day, this morning at work we have remembered the bad times of March 11, 2004, and how by chance did any of us did not rise to those trains at the last moment, that fact appears to be more common than we imagine. In taking stock of all the people that should have gone to those trains, the vicinity have a serious space problem .
The example of the gigs:
"My friend saved my life .-
- What? - Replied puzzled.
"Yes, it was the birthday of my friend and me a little makeup delayed, and searching for a suitable dress to go see it, so I boarded the train no-
¿?¡??¡~@@## ! "Well go
chance, fate-is tricky ...
If that is what people call "quasi-up-to-the-train-that we begin to take place. All of the butterfly effect and chaos theory, to take winds.
be the overriding human need to exaggerate the events of his life, and make them more important. What hobby. Think maybe save us from the woes makes our lives worth the penalty . What a cutrez .
I was in ChamartÃn could say that my life was saved at the last moment because that day I decided to change trains, go walking, buy a red dog in the Atocha station and as I twisted the ankle decided to climb Train for not hurting the dog truffle-red-with my lame walk.
My respect for the victims of that day, wrong time and place, those other than were on the train ... really.
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