"Badia Polesine Station ..." My journey begins here. What a strange 'item is automatically ad, where the have taken? Mah ..
The station is illuminated by a few small neon.
A group of commuters and silence are my comrades-in-waiting. They are the
6:10. Italy at this time is slowly waking up, is starting a new day. My
Regional Rovigo should leave at 6:19, after a crossing, but ... Everything is silent.
6:15, all is quiet ... Beginning to get nervous, I look at the clock, except for a anncuncio: Verona is one of the regional ... But when one, where my train was lost?
You have announced ma 'am train where is he? The silence continues to be a master, and the time goes by slowly ...
6:23, 6:23, 6:24, 6:25, looked nervously at his watch. I begin to think that it is appropriate to take the car and go to Rovigo, when ...
"TAC, TAC, TAC" - The sound of relays that trip. Something is happening. The PL side Legnago closes, the Leopolder begins to pound faster. Sprout two lights on the horizon, and a small station in 1200 comes slowly. Reaches the crossing, too late, perhaps out of solidarity?
start with.
Mythical bend of Rovigo, protection signal Red - Yellow entrance diverted. The 7:07 am. The train to Bologna at what time? At 7:07, obvious! Risk of dying frozen by opening the window, but the outcome is positive on the track 2 can be seen clearly in the headlights pilot Mazinger. "I've done it!" - I think, and I set out hastily at the door. Sidewalk, when the doors are opening ... "No, what headlights do you do?" The Bologna goes slowly, irritating the nerves as I and probably many others.
"Pull", I push, and the door opens anyway.
noise of cups, the aroma of coffee, people talking quietly. Commuters, occasional travelers, railroad workers, retirees, people of all kinds. The unique atmosphere of the bar in the station at 7:00 in the morning. Come in, learn and automatically adjusts fundamental: silence and tranquility. The chaos is out there, people are nervous, work, traffic, out! Italy is moving out there, not here. This is a place of relaxation, dreams, long waits ...
"Two coffees and two packs of ..."... Luck has it that this waiting an hour I am not alone. I found an old friend who keeps me company until shortly before the next train to Bologna. Commuter, must go to Treviso. And he, like me, is a bit 'angry about the delay in arrival. "It almost never happens to delay, at least to me here ...", he says. This makes me think that the day has not started very well!
Headphones, MP3 player and go. The middle distance is gaining speed and the surrounding countryside begins to melt away fast.
Aerosmith, John Mayer, Steve Vai, Steve Stevens is keeping me company after another in these 80 km that separate me from Bologna.
There are those who work with the laptop, who reads the newspaper, who is sleeping. Commuters, rather "fond" of trafficking. Not me, not today, today they are different. Today I'm not going to school, we do not pitch every day here. Today I am on a journey "with pleasure", and what a pleasure! The destination is Castel S. John Carlone and Storai where waiting for me, with his friend Giulio Canevari who offered to accompany us in this raid.
Bologna always has its charm. I feel more comfortable here than on the banks of scuola.Quante times we have passed, how many connections I made, how many strokes from one part of the large plant to take trains to the most diverse destinations: Rome, Prato, Ancona, Rimini ... How many memories. And yet Piacenza, Porretta ... What a beautiful Porrettana! A single track in the middle all'Appenino Tosco-Emiliano between curves and reverse curves, boasting of the singing of the chopper trifrequenza ALe642 brilliant.
inimitable sound of the fans of Tiger who speed past me with my train. And 'well in advance, as often happens.
on Trade in output, to 30, more than a Tiger, the site looks like a helpless kitten. Just outside Bologna, is the real soul of this machine: the beast of the bush, is an acceleration from fear trailing 9 cars as if they were air. Miracle of technology, the last of the real locomotives from train station. 6 axes, 5 MW, a design and a nickname that perfectly reflect the prestaizoni decided and sharp in this group of machines.
cities run away quickly: Castelfranco Emilia, Modena ...
Castel S. John greets me with his wonderful BEM. After a while
'arrives, strictly against traffic, a 206. Here they are. Laughter and joking on the incorrect maneuver, while there is moving ... And what a ride! 50 we will stop me ... A photograph of the 214 still at the airport. There is no hurry, I decided to bite Storai a sandwich that makes us a bit longer 'stop after threats issued by Julius knowing to crumbs in his car.
parked. Sarmato, farm, road and bridge. Do a look at the situation. I can tell on the next train: regional Piacenza. Others opt for a tree and shot with the train. I, like every tour happens, I go away: you try the "vangoggata" with the farm, road and train side.
Among the noise of the motorway in the fund and fire trucks that continue to go hear a sound: it seems to me a trumpet ... No, there is an orchestra, a horn of a train .. As this whistle! Pure two-tone ... What will? Beginning to fear that the merciazzo of the century ... I am undecided whether to give up the position or stay ... The whistles are approaching more and more ... It 'very close: I'm afraid of what might be ... I see him! Yellow ... HOW TO YELLOW? It 's a tamping ... Sprint, just to prove the shot, and I start to get nervous. The waiting begins again ...
"From here I see nothing when it comes!" - I think, as the last few minutes. There is not a PL, a sign, something that alerts me of the actual arrival of the train. And I watch.
A noise, a magical sound, which is becoming stronger start to echo in the air. Here it is. Framing, focus ... I have to take a few moments since sbucherà underpass from that ... The noise is becoming more insistent ... The tension mounts, not I can make mistakes ... Comes out mighty quick and the Cayman .. Click.
It 's been.
I move quickly switch the machine on display .. "Come on, let me see 'pictures are! Tell me that I did not wrong !"... To the limit. But really the limit. Very good. I am satisfied.
On the crossover with the others talking about this and that. Julius is in place. Indeed, all his equipment is in place, he is doing "gardening" and yes, there is only dedicated to photography, but also to gardening to picture rail ... Gardening, oh, more than anything else we talk about violent suppression of weeds clumsily trying to ruin the shots.
E 'be a goods. It is also interesting. Railion is coming ... Take place. Placed me in the middle of the overpass, Giulio curtile on the farm. Storai Carlone and take on the top of the overpass.
is expected.
The light comes and goes ... Stupid "cloud killer"! Change display every two seconds. I'm going crazy.
"ARRIVAAAAAAAAAAA." No, not the two look-out screaming. E 'Giulio. From its location, and thanks to the curve of the railroad, has seen first. Click.
We are again on the 206. We left the puntofoto, where I had tried a vangoggata muddying so unworthy.
is looking for another place.
Back and forth in search of a road. At one point
we see a PL: is closed. Via rocket, go down to speed and we ran into a field. It 'a market, a nice market, with 655. Backlight. Too bad. The new
puntofoto we like. We have already seen other photos taken here, the great Stephen "Praz" Paolini. Reliving the same place as the first few weeks on the Internet has its own particular taste: "I've been here we are, yet it is the first time we come," this comes to mind.
Immortalize some goods. During breaks we study the shots: the Storai given the little light starts to say "It 's time of PANNIIIIIING!", But was forced to desist because the clouds change the intensity of light very quickly.
Carlone offers a beautiful panoramic view, will be captured with a tripod ... But it did not have it. Canevari yes, and captures the idea on the fly. "We enrich all behind me," is the response of the Carlone, that makes me burst out laughing like an idiot for the ironic tone with which he says it.
Vangogh, here the ideas are there. The country is a show, but it is backlit. There is a bumper of a rotten track, but nothing .... There would be the shadow of plants, but no light ... There is the substation, with the small fitting sawn. The idea there, but returned to join the group to have a chat and tell you about what's going on: a minuet. Fine, you can vangoggare. Storai me more ... Missing about ten minutes to the train ... And the sun shines again. And 'throw away from murderers this light for a picture like that. On the other hand, given the very sad scene, I go for me to immortalize it in a pose "for reflection".
Place a plant, or rather, its shadow. Carlone asked me to try the shadow of the plant that close, due to the presence of farm background. I agree. Carlone great, great idea. Risk: a touch of paintings should benefit all'iinquadratura. From the Minù is short, there should be ... Arrival: Click.
Fine.
Castel S. John welcomes us with its unique ways.
Julie greets us, after a minor altercation with the local DM says "You can not take pictures at the station."
Thanks Giulio great.
the award-winning trio is on the bench of Castel S. John. It
chat: The Carlone says that can not wait to go to Amsterdam with friends. Yes, the jokes are wasted. Storai instead speaks of the enormous expenditure made in box office is between this tour and the week in Switzerland to find his sweetheart, he actually spent a lot of money. Great. I think every time, Francis is to be admired for how he managed to win the distance.
I? I eat!
me the phone rings, and also plays the Leopolder. Here comes our train. We welcome Mark, and thank him. Carlone soon with a new tour!
While trying to solve computer problems of a friend, get a nice 632 some X.
Climb, empty compartment: we camp.
is near Piacenza, stop Zigarette ... Um ... Coincidence. Path to Bologna ...
speak ... The day of many things ...
The sun goes down the horizon, illuminating for a moment our medium distances.
fatigue, but also the satisfaction that one reads in the face.
E 'was really a beautiful day.
Bologna welcomes us again, full of people. Storai accompany him to the platform 1 Square West ... What the heck is long 'is the station? A total of 642 ALe him back to Tuscany. Hello Storai, great! Until next time!
The tour ends here. Well, almost. Are about 160 km home.
Vivalto, Comfortable and train again. Beautiful, I like it. Although ... E464 in the head if the dreams of the performance of the Tiger in the morning ....
fatigue comes over me, I'll spoil a bit 'from my MP3 player while the countryside alternates with dark lights of the cities and stations.
Rovigo. Material stationed, a nice 345 in the old livery looks great when on the last few tracks.
At 4, is ready to take me back home regional.
A pair of 1200R, semi desert, runs on single track towards the house. Diesel engines screaming, a few small stations accommodate commuters returning from work.
House. Shower, dinner and off to see the photos. It 'was a really nice day, I am amused and I brought home some interesting shots.
collapse in bed, tired but happy.
Tomorrow? Tomorrow we return to chaos, the deadlines, the alarm that sounds all too soon, the student life ... Tomorrow. Not today, today is different.
Fabio Baschirotto
