Now that the 'oposiciones' to a post of state high school teacher of English are going to be held again next June in Andalusia, I've remembered a story that I wrote back in the late '80s. I share this story with you today, especially dedicated to my former students who are now preparing for these 'oposiciones', with my best wishes for a brilliant success.
A TRAIN
STORY
End of June, insufferably hot in Malaga ; thank goodness
air-conditioning is working on the train today. Well, here I am on my way to Madrid , Fernando thought, and I hope I get
through this time – third time lucky, as they say. He made himself comfortable,
and prepared for the long, tedious eight-hour journey ahead. He was fond of
trains, anyway, and preferred this means of transport, but his predilection
owed nothing to those ruddy ads on TV. It was not in his nature to play at
cowboys and Indians with 'little monsters', nor did he believe in the possibility
of running into two or three smashing girl tourists, all delighted to share a
sleeping-car compartment with him: it would be too good to be true, and besides
this was a day train. No, he liked travelling by train because if one was lucky
and didn’t come across a bore determined to “brighten up” the trip for you with
the story of his life, sprinkled with reiterated offers of home-made black
pudding and other delicacies, one could read, reflect, sleep in peace or, in
his case, brush up the 150 topics for his ‘oposiciones’ to a post of high
school teacher of English. He declined therefore the earphones for the
customary horrendous ‘vintage’ film and insipid documentaries, and tried to
memorize the 30 to 40 subjects he still didn’t master well enough to impress
the examining board, and naturally, before the train got to Bobadilla he was
fast asleep...
He was wakened by a louder than
usual “ladies and gentlemen, next station, Linares-Baeza.” When the train had
started again after a brief stop, and Fernando was thinking of going to the
cafeteria to have an unreasonably costly but badly needed cup of coffee, he saw
her entering his coach. A graceful, slender brunette of about 25, smartly
dressed, who, why deny it, he liked quite a lot, and the next thing he knew, he
had got up from his seat, offered to help her with her luggage and commented:
“If I had known there were such pretty girls in Linares, I would have got off
here more than once, rather than go on to Madrid. Care for a cup of coffee?”
“Come on, there’s no need to exaggerate, and O.K. I accept the coffee.” All in
less than fifteen seconds, a record. Then, a sudden embarrassed silence,
followed by a mutual burst of laughter, as the comical side of the situation
dawned on them. She wondered what it was that had made her respond so readily
to this pale, skinny stranger’s invitation. But that was the beginning of a
pleasant journey together – coffee, a drink, cigarettes and a nice lively
conversation all the way to Madrid .
Trifling at first: “Have you read The Bonfire of the Vanities by Tom
Wolfe?” “Have you seen the latest Woody Allen film?” Then, a bit more personal:
names, age, profession, projects: 28, private lessons and the odd translation, for
the moment, with the prospect of a fixed post in a State School, in Fernando’s
case; 23, a
university degree course (Arts), interrupted in the 4th year, owing
to her imminent wedding to a wealthy businessman in the capital, as far as
Paloma was concerned. Curious coincidence: for both of them it was the future
of their lives that was at stake in the next fifteen days or so. More
cigarettes, the last drink, no, the last but one...and then, a bit too soon for
their taste, Madrid ,
end of journey. “Which way are you going?” “Oh, my fiancé’s chauffeur is coming
for me.” Spontaneous burst of laughter, so pretentious had her words sounded.
“Can I give you a lift?” “No, thank you, I’ll get the tube.” At the end of the
platform, the adieux. They go their separate ways. Fernando turns...Paloma, who
was expecting it, almost in unison with him, calls out: “Ah, good luck!”
Here our tale
could very well conclude, but Fate wished it otherwise; this train story was to
have a different ending: Paloma and Fernando meet again on the train on their
way back, twenty days later. "What a pleasant surprise!" At first, reserve,
caution, a bit of nerves on both sides. Then, little by little, the
confidences. Fernando’s, not very gratifying, for that matter: “I didn’t pass
my exam.” Paloma’s, incongruously joyful: “I didn’t get married, either. I’m
not getting married.” A drink to celebrate – “but what are we celebrating?”
Laughter, satisfaction at being together and...Linares-Baeza. Paloma
reluctantly gets off, and Fernando, too, to help her get her suitcases down.
Farewells on the platform, a hurried, gauche kiss...” “But, Fernando, your
train’s leaving!” “It doesn’t matter, it’s about time I got to know Linares , don’t you
think?” Fernando and Paloma walk slowly, hand in hand, along the platform,
deserted at this time of the night, and here this new train story truly ends,
or begins, depending on how you look at it...
NOTE
When this story was written the AVE had not yet come into operation, the train still stopped at Bobadilla and Linares-Baeza, and the journey Málaga-Madrid took much longer than now. Ah, and smoking was allowed everywhere on the train, except in non-smoking compartments.
When this story was written the AVE had not yet come into operation, the train still stopped at Bobadilla and Linares-Baeza, and the journey Málaga-Madrid took much longer than now. Ah, and smoking was allowed everywhere on the train, except in non-smoking compartments.
a.- Q. Did
Fernando like travelling by train? Why?/why not? A. Yes, he did. Because
one can read, reflect, sleep in peace, etc. on the train.
b.- Q. What is
it he feared most to happen? A. To come across a bore determined to tell
him the story of his life, while he kept offering him home-made black pudding
and other delicacies.
c.- Q. Why was
Fernando going to Madrid ?
And Paloma? A. Fernando was going to be examined by an examining board
to try to get a permanent teaching post in a state high school, and Paloma, to
get married.
d.- Q. Act out
the conversation they have when they first meet on the train, and the one they
have when they meet again on their way back from Madrid . A. Fernando: “Hullo, let me
help you with your luggage”. Paloma: “Thank you”. Fernando: “If I had known
there were such pretty girls in Linares , I would
have got off here more than once, rather than go on to Madrid . Care for a cup of coffee?” Paloma:
“Come on, there’s no need to exaggerate, and O.K., I accept the coffee.”
Fernando: “Hullo again. What a pleasant surprise!” Paloma: “Oh, yes, hullo!” Fernando: “I didn’t
pass my exam.” Paloma: “I didn’t get married, either. I’m not getting married.”
Fernando: “Come on, let’s have a drink to celebrate!” Paloma: “O.K....but what
are we celebrating?”
e.- Q. Give a
follow-up to the story. Suggested answer: Paloma gets her degree, Fernando finally becomes a state high school teacher, and then they get married and live happily ever after.
I wouldn't mind failing the "Oposiciones" if that led me to the love of my life!
ResponderEliminarBut what if you can get both.
EliminarThat would be having my cake and eating it!
EliminarJoking aside, yes, why not?
Easy pie, for someone like you.
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