Delayed

I intend to describe this journey as if it had been on a totally ordinary railway, not on one that - by the time of my writing this essay - has already been closed by Secretary of Economy Kóka János.

I began at the Déli pályaudvar on a cold January morning. Many trains have been late, as you can see on the arrivals board. My train to Oroszlány turns from the shuttle from Martonvásár due to be ten minutes late already. That means my train is already seven minutes late if the driver has the special ability to teleport. He didn’t, and it’s just fair this way.