Stations welcomed the flag losers in Madrid | News from Madrid

Avenida de Amrica Exchanger night before It’s more like it To an Indian station at the entrance to the capital along the Barcelona road. Dozens of people They never thought They sleep on the street spent tonight tonight with blankets at the exchanger doors. Everyone brought a story better than this: restore the passport, visit a friend … and they found a city short Get back to normal. Now traffic lights that control the cross between Maria de Molina and Francisco Silvela have stopped all day It rarely saw it.

Almost everyone who is now sleeping on this cross has arrived or wants to go to Barcelona. One of them was given Randy, a Philippine Chef, King him, he said, fell from the bus to two hours in Barcelona tonight, when he realized that he had not worked, he was lonely when he was accommodating his backpack in a bank. “I am going to be in a friend’s house, but I can’t get there. I want to return to Barcelona. It does not make sense to be in Madrid and now I don’t know what I am on the street,” he said.

Around him, dozens like him are prepared to spend the night. Edwing and his family, Venezuelan, also came to restore some documents from Barcelona and now their clothes are placed in the street bank. This procedure is simple: deliver the documents at the embassy, ​​sleep with relatives in Torzan and returns. But it didn’t happen, they could not deliver the documents and the cousin appeared. “And the hotel we cannot pay will not take any phone,” he replies to the family of two elders and a 10 -year -old boy on the street.

At that time Madrid was 14 degrees, but the orange light of lampposts, dried gardeners and cobblestone of the station were not a friendly place. Two dozen national police officers seize the area after one day of silly people, in which they had to maintain kilometric tails, thus to grow from Madrid to society in some buses in the north and northwest. On the droppers and all day, they are dating buses for Torezan, Lochaes, Alcala and Guadalajara …

Such scenes are repeated in Atocha. Dozens of lonely people waiting at the station doors to leave the first trains in the morning. Among the Barcelona officers with megaphones, passengers were encouraged to sleep alone in JIMS, but in Madrid, Avenida de Amirika and D Atocha landing were the most welcome places of a capital, which was around 12.33 pm.