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yakalskovich) wrote2009-03-10 12:03 pm
yakalskovich) wrote2009-03-10 12:03 pm
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The train to Loonybin Village
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wiebke and I have often agrees, even the last crazies know when to get off public transport.
And I see them on occasion, because one stop before Miserable Village is Loonybin Village, where the big psychiatric hospital is that serves all of Munich and the area around. And yes, the rude term is justified, as sending somebody there in an argument is always meant offensively.
Today, my train to work stopped two and a half stations before that, in the middle of nowhere, because there was one of their usual mess-ups in the station ahead. The train line that serves Loonybin Village is perhaps hit a bit harder than the rest of the Munich S-Bahn, because sometimes, some crazies get out, and you never know if they don't try and balance on the rails or something.
After the train had been stopped for about eight minutes and the first terribly hurried people* of great self-declared importance had whipped out their cell phones and started calling people that they would be late, a bloke got up, whipped a bible from his backpack, and started babbling loudly about Jesus. It was so unnerving loud and distracting, I had to switch my MP3 player from Jethro Tull to Blind Guardian to drown out the noise. Other people in the train were getting visibly nervous at having that guy shout at them, and waving that icky bible of his in their faces. I considered using the emergency button to tell the train driver we had a psychiatric patient freaking out on the train -- but then, the train started once more.
The moment the train was moving again, the bloke sat down and shut up. It was so clearly a case of claustrophobia and religious mania as two symptoms of whatever it is that he is suffering from. As the claustrophobia kicked in in the closed train stopped indefinitely on the open track, he vented it through the religious mania. That makes the encounter no less unpleasant, but the mechanics seem to be very clear. And yes, of course he got off at Loonybin Village.-
*I was in no hurry, as I was going to Other Miserable Village to get stuff from the drug store before taking the bus back to Miserable Village and work, and had ample time.
wiebke and I have often agrees, even the last crazies know when to get off public transport.And I see them on occasion, because one stop before Miserable Village is Loonybin Village, where the big psychiatric hospital is that serves all of Munich and the area around. And yes, the rude term is justified, as sending somebody there in an argument is always meant offensively.
Today, my train to work stopped two and a half stations before that, in the middle of nowhere, because there was one of their usual mess-ups in the station ahead. The train line that serves Loonybin Village is perhaps hit a bit harder than the rest of the Munich S-Bahn, because sometimes, some crazies get out, and you never know if they don't try and balance on the rails or something.
After the train had been stopped for about eight minutes and the first terribly hurried people* of great self-declared importance had whipped out their cell phones and started calling people that they would be late, a bloke got up, whipped a bible from his backpack, and started babbling loudly about Jesus. It was so unnerving loud and distracting, I had to switch my MP3 player from Jethro Tull to Blind Guardian to drown out the noise. Other people in the train were getting visibly nervous at having that guy shout at them, and waving that icky bible of his in their faces. I considered using the emergency button to tell the train driver we had a psychiatric patient freaking out on the train -- but then, the train started once more.
The moment the train was moving again, the bloke sat down and shut up. It was so clearly a case of claustrophobia and religious mania as two symptoms of whatever it is that he is suffering from. As the claustrophobia kicked in in the closed train stopped indefinitely on the open track, he vented it through the religious mania. That makes the encounter no less unpleasant, but the mechanics seem to be very clear. And yes, of course he got off at Loonybin Village.-
*I was in no hurry, as I was going to Other Miserable Village to get stuff from the drug store before taking the bus back to Miserable Village and work, and had ample time.