The night in front of the exchanger of Avenida de América It seems more similar to an Indian station that at the entrance of the capital along the Barcelona road. Dozens of people who They never thought They would have ended up sleeping on the past tonight wrapped in blankets at the gates of the exchanger. Everyone brought a story much better than this: renew the passport, visit a friend … and they found a city so shortly Recover normality. The traffic lights that now regulate the cross between María de Molina and Francisco Silvela, during the day they were off, generating chaos like He rarely saw.
Almost all those who now sleep in this cross have arrived or want to go to Barcelona. One of them was Randy given, a chef Filipino, the king of Ramen, he says, that he fell from a bus that started at two in Barcelona, when he realized that absolutely nothing worked, he says while welcoming the backpack in a bank that fortunately is only for him. “I was about to stay at a friend’s house, but I couldn’t get there. I think I want to return to Barcelona. It doesn’t make 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 by another planet.
Around him, dozens of people like him prepare to spend the night. Edwing and his family, Venezuelani, also arrived from Barcelona to renew some documents and now host their clothes in a road bank. The procedure was simple: deliver the documents to the embassy, sleep with relatives in Torrejón and return. But none of this 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 on the street.
In Madrid at that time 14 degrees, but the orange light of the lampposts, the dry gardeners and the station cobblestones are not the most friendly place. Two dozens of national police officers look at the area after a day of crazy in which they had to organize queues in kilometers so that people could get up in the few buses that came out of Madrid to the north and north -west of the community. On the Agriscers and during the day, they attended as bus for Torrejón, Loeches, Alcalá, Guadalajara …
Similar scenes are repeated in Atocha. Dozens of blocked people waiting at the doors of the station to be able to start in the first morning trains. The officials of Barcelona with Megáthone encouraged passengers blocked 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 exhausted the day since at 12.33 a blackout left the Iberian peninsula in the dark.
