I'm a simple emigrant and I almost fell onto the rails

I wanted to tell you today about useful insurance, but there was almost an insurance claim, so first about that. HOW LONG will people in airports and train stations behave like they're at the beach? Surely one simple thought doesn't occur to anyone: the vast majority of people in those places, firstly, drag a ton of stuff, secondly, hurry. Early in the morning we arrive at the station; the train is four minutes late. At the entrance to the platform there’s a screen—people, as usual, stand there blocking the whole entrance and stare at that screen, even though the current train doesn’t interest them, only the second or third. So you can while away the time scrolling on your phone with your seven suitcases and a parrot cage. There’s only one screen further along the platform, and it’s brilliantly obscured by other signs that could not have been placed anywhere else, neither higher nor lower. In short, you can’t see anything, you can’t hear anything, the train is late and, voila, two minutes before departure, guess what? Of course they change the platform, moving us to a different platform. We run, and in my head there are two thoughts. First — poor tourists, for them the chance to miss such a train is very high, and the kindly workers will simply shrug their shoulders and say you should have been more careful, and now you can go and buy new tickets. And the second — Deutsche Bahn doesn’t deserve that passengers have to take a shower before a trip. I propose a passenger strike, and everyone should come smelling so they learn their lesson!! Anyway we got there, managed to catch the next train. It runs only 55 minutes, and during that time they — first announce that we’ll be half an hour late, then add two stops along the way, then say no, we really won’t be late after all. In the end we pull into the station almost on time, BUT entering the platform takes 20 minutes!! Almost half of the total journey time. Do you think they’re normal? Had to run again. And now I’m running, weaving between resting people who aren’t in a hurry anywhere. And ahead of me is a guy walking at a casual pace weighing around 200 kilograms, at least. No exaggeration—he fills the entire passage; I try to pass him, and he pivots in such a way that I almost go flying onto the rails! Somehow dodging, I see genuine fear in the eyes of his companion, my companion, and in the eyes of the guy I see nothing, because theirs are about three floors above me. We sat on the train, and it started moving (I moved a little, too) after a second. We caught our breath and calmed down, I look around and realize that this guy isn’t on the train. That is, he was just strolling there to keep me on my toes. In short, with this Deutsche Bahn guy and a gym membership you don’t need. By the way, we arrived at the final destination only three minutes late, consider it punctual! #curiosities