In the depths of Madrid there’s a place where time stopped many years ago, where you feel like a ghost, a voyeur of the daily routine of Metro riders, where you sense the hustle and bustle of older times.
This place is Chamberí Station, an old Metro station that was on use just for a few decades, but enough to bring to Madrid the greatness of the new means of transport. Since 2007 it’s a (free) museum, a very particular one as the new one still runs through it, so you feel like a shadow of the past, watching the train coming and going with all its passengers on it.
From some time now I’ve been noticing how people are really scared of failure, of seeking help (mostly in the workplace), finally of moving on and experiment. I’m not a good example of risk-taking (most of the time) but I do love to evolve, to move, to learn new things, I wouldn’t want to become … well, squared. I like to embrace accidents like this one. They might hide something magnificent.