#06 FRANCE Green Velocity - Crash the Habit: Μικρές Ιστορίες
- EERcomt
- 15 hours ago
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Παρακάτω παρατίθεται μία από τις 44 ιστοριούλες που απαρτίζουν τη συλλογή μαρτυριών από ατυχήματα σε στεριά, αέρα και θάλασσα 11 νεαρών ατόμων από διάφορα μέρη της Ευρώπης και του κόσμου.
ΙΣΤΟΡΙΑ #06
Στοιχείο: ΣΙΔΗΡΟΔΡΟΜΙΚΕΣ ΓΡΑΜΜΕΣ
by Kaly Ringot (France), European Solidarity Corps; ESAI EN ROI Volunteer
ESC volunteering in teams DHIAfest campaign diffusion International Campaign
France|| Transportation Accident Stories
Supporting Organization: CONCORDIA
True story that happened to me this year on a train
After just 10 minutes, the train came to an abrupt stop. No announcement, no warning—just a sudden, jarring halt that made everyone look up from their phones and books. At first, we all assumed it was something minor: a signal issue, maybe a cow on the tracks—nothing serious. But the silence stretched. Then came the murmurs. A man had collapsed in one of the front carriages. People were calling for help, someone shouted for a doctor. It quickly became clear: he’d suffered a heart attack. And despite the efforts of the staff and a passenger who tried CPR, he didn’t make it. So there we were, frozen on the tracks. The atmosphere shifted from mild annoyance to heavy unease. But things only got worse.While we were waiting for the emergency services to arrive, the driver made another announcement—someone had been spotted lying on the tracks, further down the line. A possible suicide attempt. The train had attempted an emergency brake, and in doing so, part of the braking system had been damaged.
So not only had someone just died inside the train… we were also stuck, unable to move, because of another potential tragedy outside. We ended up stranded for six hours, in the middle of nowhere. People sat on the floor, pressed up against one another, trying to stay calm. It was hot, cramped, silent at times and restless at others. Eventually, the police arrived—with survival rations. I’m talking bottles of water, energy bars, tiny packets of crackers. It felt like we were in some kind of surreal warzone.
I finally got home at 1 a.m. Completely drained. My back hurt from sitting on the floor, my phone was dead, and my brain was just… numb.
Honestly, it felt like a fever dream. One of those stories people won’t believe unless they lived it.
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