The night in front of the Avenida de América exchanger to an Indian station that at the entrance to the capital along the road of Barcelona. Dozens of people who would end up sleeping on the street spent tonight wrapped in blankets to the exchanger doors. Each one brought a much better story than this: to renew the passport, visit a friend … and found a city that gradually. The traffic lights that now regulate the cross between María de Molina and Francisco Silvela, throughout the day were off, generating chaos like
Almost everyone who now sleeps at this cross arrived or wants to go to Barcelona. One of them was Randy given, a Philippine chef, the king of ramen, he says, who has dropped tonight from a bus that left at two o’clock in Barcelona, when he has realized that absolutely nothing worked, he says while accommodating his backpack in a bank that, luckily it is for him alone. “I was going to stay at a friend’s house, but I could not get there. I think I want to return to Barcelona. It makes no sense to be in Madrid and now I don’t know what I do on the street,” he says as if he had just landed from another planet.
Around him, dozens of people like him prepare to spend the night. Edwing and his family, Venezuelans all, also arrived from Barcelona to renew some documents and now accommodate their clothes in a street bank. The procedure was simple: deliver the papers at the embassy, sleep with relatives in Torrejón and return. But none of that happened, they could not deliver the documents and the relative did not appear. “And no hotel we can pay takes the phone,” replies the family of two adults and a 10 -year -old boy in the street.
In Madrid at that time 14 degrees, but the orange light of the lampposts, the dried gardeners and the cobblestone of the station are not the friendliest place. Two dozen national police officers watch the area after a day of crazy people in which they have had to organize kilometric tails so that people could rise in the few buses that came out from Madrid to the north and northwest of the community. On droppers and throughout the day, they have been dating as buses to Torrejón, Loeches, Alcalá, Guadalajara …
Similar scenes are repeated in Atocha. Dozens of stranded people waiting at the doors of the station to be able to leave in the first trains of the morning. In Barcelona officials with megáfones encouraged passengers stranded to sleep in gyms, but in Madrid, the landing of Avenida de América and de Atocha are the most welcoming places of a capital that ended up exhausted the day since at 12.33 noon a blackout left the Iberian Peninsula in the dark.
