Iron Bull Gang. Some Stuff.

_{At the end of this street is the den of the Iron Bull.}

I studied Accountancy 23 kms away from home, graduated back in 2002 and decided to stay there at the city working as well. I could stay at night in university when still was studing there, and I did so a lot of times, but a lot of other times hunger made me go every afternoon to my warm mother's humble but tasty food.
You would probably think...

23 Kms away? That's just 10 minutes driving. Piece of cake.

Not through these old and unattended roads full of potholes, not if one doesn't own a car, not if there's no much other transportation options but an old train from the 60s.

If one was lucky enough to get any transport(train included) and lucky enough if that machine(whatever one got) didn't break in the middle of the way. Well I could luckily be at home in one hour and minutes.

Yeah, O-N-E H-O-U-R

Weekend Engagement Week 274. Topics 1 and 3.

The most popular and sure mean of transportation to get back home in the afternoon after a long day of school, work or whatever we countryside-folks came to do to the city was him, The Old Iron Bull

_{The head of the bull is missing, probably out of order getting repaired It's an old locomotive as well.}

After some years making the same going-morning and returning-afternoon trip train, one did some relationships, wether it was on the train or at the park of the station while waiting for it (the iron bull) to make its departure (if it wasn't broken).

We conformed so a traveling young men and women gang adicted to cigarette, coffee, music, fun and sometimes a drink here and there. We were about 8.

Sometimes were more, any friends of one of the traveling gang who traveled ocationally for any reason was added to the gang and eventually became friend of the whole tribe.

IMG-20250906-WA0022(1).jpg _{A shot to the wagons from the outter limit wall of the train station, before they nicely let me in.}

Anyway, the train never got more than 5 or 6 passenger wagons (sometimes it carried a cargo wagon). We all daily came together in the last one and there we used to meet every morning to make the trip that ended with morning coffe and cigarette once off the train.

Oh!!! They let me in to the station.

IMG-20250906-WA0033(1).jpg _{The wagon's entrance}

The process in the afternoon was easy, we met at the park of the train station, waited and get on the last wagon of the train all together when the time was right and once the boarding gates were opened.

_{The train station park today. Some years ago it was, well, very different(worse looking).}

Since before getting on the train and once there we used to do a lot of things to kill time and boring, we told stories, laugh, sing, drink, dance, whatever we felt like or came up with at the moment to have fun and ease the waiting time or the heavy train trip.

We were so young, so needed, but so happy and yes...so noisy.

The policeman.

On the train there was some agents(policemen), that traveled every day, it was their job to be there for...well whatever they were for.
There was one of them that didn't like us (the gang), well, the males of the gang, maybe he liked any of the females and she was out of reach, or maybe he just bothered that we all had a good time(yes, we were noisy sometimes, expresing our joy, but nobody complained though, on the contrary, some joined sometimes to the party).
The thing is that we didn't like him either(The agent). He had had some issues with us some other times before where the blood didn't get to the river.

This time I will refer to was a bit uglier. It seemed he had a bad day that day, the thing is that he for some reason I can recall he scolded me in a bad shape and meant to take me with him to next town stop police station, we had a strong discussion, me and him, that almost got to the beating, then, also the rest of the gang. The wagon environment got heavy for a while but he ended up backing down, he didn't had a reason for such an approach and less for that unrespectful behaviour.He had troubles with some other passengers as well,not that day though,so, we weren't the only ones that didn't like him and his way, and certainly not the only ones he was disrespectful to.

Not that it was a terrible trip anyway, but it wasn't a good one that day for me and the gang.
I haven't traveled too much and luckily when I have, the trips have been alright. So not much to tell about traveling( good or bad).

Now I'll leave you guys some images down here where I'll show from my bed-side drawer what I consider is your business.

Well, let's call it mattress-side drawer since the bed is gone but the drawers remain. We got adapted to the floor-mattress-chinese-mode. It has its charms and no matter how hard one jumps( metaphorically) over the mattress (or literally), there's no bed to break or danger to fall down with it. So....

To the drawer.

Not much in there, it isn't big but still I hqve a couple of things in there.

Well, over it, there's him, the intrepid rechargeable fan, he is the one that's helping in the hot long-blackout nights, it was meant for camping...

We are kond of camping inside that fucken microwave-devil-bedroom, I mean, we have it all, darkness, heat, mosquitoes and other biting insects that we call "gegenes" here and I don't even know if it's properly written that way, but the fuckers can bite.

Again...to the drawer