will recite a few T it, bag and baggage back to the summer after German Silandro, for the fourth time might almost speak of the already commuting. The only thing it does not throw anticipation, the prospect of flying. The tickets are expensive, aircraft and airports n still full and tight. shell out for the second case, the passenger must now 50 extra dollars. Not to mention the threat of strikes, volcanic ash clouds and other unpleasantness completely.
is now d as - at least in the family network - the only time of year that we have to do to d as. It really difficult to have real learning Pend , the daily in public transport, for example n between any suburb in Central Jersey u nd New York City must travel back and forth. Commuting in America, with its crumbling infrastructure that is something very special. Take a trip from New York Penn Station to Princeton Junction, on a Tuesday afternoon. Rush hour. Earlier than ten minutes before departure is announced, is on which track the local train from New Jersey Transit . Then push and push their way through dozens of commuters powerful iron doors, pry (and polite stay for the following) is a real tour de force. In the claustrophobic narrow down the escalator is almost always quiet.
Below it is dark, stuffy and noisy. If you are lucky, is on the same platform over no diesel locomotive of Amtrak and takes away the air. Everything runs after the train along with all his might to earlier be able to grab an empty seat. Since the trains run less frequently in rigor, they have become even longer and fuller. But the price for a return ticket has increased recently at a stroke by 25 percent to $ 35.
one has won a seat happy, sometimes going on the air conditioner hums, the train lurches and rocks slowly through the tunnel under the Hudson River. It is an age-old specimen, which can feel and hear every threshold. (If it rains, the water rushes into the joints between the cars is the only way through the ceiling.)
Now for the first time heard the voice of the "conductors" of the conductor. The transformer speaker and above all the loud rattle of the wagons. Consequently, the conductor is meant only for experienced commuters. He lists the stations where the train stops. No Express stops, but not everywhere. A couple of people jump on and look frantically gathered her stuff, and they have caught the wrong type of train and can Seacaucus, just behind the Tunnel, get off again to wait for the next "local". This can take 45 minutes or longer.
are some annoyances, as found by the DB: In the middle of the line you stand around every now and then for ten minutes because earlier staying a delayed train traffic. The locomotive breaks down suddenly, and all have to wait for a Ersatzzug. Or, rather then the U.S. is typical, the power simply for a while.
But even a trip without unplanned obstacles requires hellish concentration and good nerves. Before any station, the conductor announces that is again. Then he counts all those cars at the start or the end of the train on to which the platform is too short. Their passengers must therefore dive through the train to the front or back seat to get to. " Next stop: Metuchen " rattling going on the conductor. "If you sit in the last four wagons, go forward to car number 1341st If they sit in the first two wagons, go back to car 1506th 1337, 1338, 1339, 1340 forward, 1504 and 1505 after . back Metuchen is next "
Whether one has understood correctly or not, you see only when it is too late - when namely the doors do not open because no waiting in front of the platform. (Sometimes the doors open of course, not if the platform is all fine. Then, the train is broken.)
For all of this allowance only the incomparable views of the landscape of northern New Jersey, the first time Now admire here too. We drive through the backyards of Newark, Elizabeth, Linden, Rahway, Metropark, Metuchen, Edison and New Brunswick. "Princeton Junction is next. If you are seated in the last two cars, walk forward ..."
And all just to let me take leave of New Jersey is not so difficult. For one has to be said at all, but nagging: The weather is better.
soon in good old Germany!
(Princeton Post XXXII)
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