There is a small blackboard in the backpacker's inn, every day there will be the latest weather and traffic conditions for the reference of passengers, the hall is very noisy, full of languages from all over the world, the staff are very patient to answer everyone's questions, and constantly send care to the passengers trapped here because of heavy snow.
In those few short days, I watched the city's public transport go from being initially reduced to being completely shut down, trains shutting down, even the airport shutting down, and we were completely cut off from the outside world. This reminds me of the plot of the novel, where a group of people are happy to travel, only to be trapped in a villa on an isolated island due to heavy rain or other force majeure factors, and then strange things happen one after another, and finally.... I didn't feel panic or scared, but rather thought it was a rare travel experience. I sat on the side of the common area and watched the people gathered in the hall, some complaining that the weather was delaying their trip, others being more optimistic, telling others stories about their pre-trapped travels, and some planning with friends how to get out of their current predicament.
Then a tall man came up and sat down on the empty seat on the couch next to me, with black-rimmed glasses, his face shaved cleanly, his eyes and eyebrows full of vitality when he spoke, his facial expressions were also very rich, and he was accompanied by dazzling gestures. I still admire the way he speaks like this, because I can't do it.
In the conversation with him, he learned that he was a Native of Madrid, and he would occasionally tease a few words about Ireland's infrastructure, such as the streets are not as beautiful as Madrid, the airport is not as luxurious as Madrid, and so on, and finally he did not forget to promote his country's tourism, "It's not very good here, you must come to madrid when you have the chance." "It can be seen that this old man must be proud to be a Madrid man. I smiled and said, "Well, definitely, but the problem at hand is, we have to think about how to get out of here first." His answer surprised me, "I can't stay here all the time, whether they fly or not, I'm going to the airport tonight." I asked incomprehensibly, "The plane can't fly, and you still can't go when you go."
His next words made me not look back for a moment and a half, "My husband has been waiting for me, they don't fly, I will go and protest with them." 」 What surprised me wasn't that he was going to the airport or protesting, but that he was saying my husband. At first I thought I had heard it wrong, but the old man, who spoke very good English, should not have made this mistake. It seemed that my eyes and expression leaked my thoughts, and before I could ask him, he offered to say, "Yes, my husband, we are married." Then he showed me the ring of his ring finger. I suddenly realized, aha, all this explains, no wonder he talked to me about skin maintenance before, and let me look closely at the delicate skin of his face and neck, it was so.