Why My Stool Is Black In Colour?

Days Of Rain

On rainy days my father took me to school by subway. A short drive: Gray Line station, transfer, stairs, station blue line. Then, 80's, cars line 6 were the most modern: blue and white on the outside, with wide seats, high and fluffy inside skay garnet, back to back. I rode first in the line to go to my grandmother's house, one day debut red shoes and a flowered dress. The line was opened in 1979 and extended from Pacific to Cuatro Caminos. There, change to Line 2 to Quevedo. A house of my grandmother went with my father on Saturdays. My mother almost never accompanied us. The section from the subway station at Magallanes Street, where my grandmother lived, was short and magical, because it meant standing in the arcade where I sometimes sat in a car, others in a helicopter and some other in a mini- wheel. I do not remember if I liked going to my grandmother's house, but I do remember riding on the prize pots posed each visit.

But I liked the line 1. The cars were white and red on the outside. Inside were wooden seats. My favorite place was the end of the last car. Aupaba my father and I loved watching the darkness of the tunnel through the window. The station was going away and went underground air through a fan in an unmistakable smell jet.


I loved the trip, but not the rain outside. Cloudy days my mother put the shirt, the famous thermal Damart, which was to remove electrified cramp and pulled his hair and boots rain boots with fleece on the inside, protecting water from outside, but soaked with sweat tights because rain was essential if the tights, white or brown, the only two colors that allowed the nuns to match school uniform.

He had a Mickey Mouse umbrella with a red handle, clear plastic and shaped like a mushroom. I loved the umbrellas, but I never liked the rain days, with light gray and strange, with the coldness of fluorescent that transformed the class in the most inhospitable place, with breaks of confinement in the classroom, hall or the gym, which always smelled of sweat and old shoes, before the ban out to the pools in the courtyard.

Thirty years later I avoid the subway whenever I can, I enjoy buying umbrellas but I prefer not having to use them and still do not like rainy days via .