When you arrive at what was once called the Midday Station (a name that will sound a bit familiar to all of you who have played Monopoly) there is a moment that throws you face first into the reality of this vast city. When you go outside and see those endless lines of taxis that take over up to three lanes of asphalt. A swarm of green lights eager for customers and racing. A voracious and almost hostile reception that has nothing to do with what the passengers of this station suffered decades ago in 1929, year in which the photo is dated.
In that Madrid In the late 1920s, newcomers to the capital left the station and found a calm and carefree image. The building has kept its elegance and appearance intact but the frantic rhythm that today surrounded herspurred on by the continuous waves of travelers, it has nothing to do with the panorama shown by the snapshot we are enjoying today.
Rustic wagons pulled by animals and people made up the landscape of that Atocha Station that was already pointing out ways as a communications center in Madrid. A wonderful look that transmits the calm that every small city always makes worthy of its merits. Undoubtedly, an image opposite to the one I intuit I will find in a few minutes, when the rattle of this train is completely silenced and once again I arrive at my beloved destination.
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