#train crash

[amtrak-official]

#train crash #train derailment

[the-trouser-man]

This is his entire energy

#batman #batjokes #batman x joker #dc comics #the joker #dc joker #batman bruce wayne #dc batman #jack napier #babe guess who just escaped the psych ward #train crash

[nelsonakis]

"Στείλε μου όταν φτάσεις" 💔

#greece #train crash #Τέμπη

[mudwerks]

(via 8th August 2023 - all things amazing —)

#train crash #car crash #vintage #snapshot #smoke billowing #wreck

[olympushit]

HELP! EXTREMELY IMPORTANT! PLEASE JUST 5 MINUTES ARE ENOUGH FOR THE BETTER OF MY COUNTRY! SIGN THIS PETITION AND SHARE IT WITH AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN!

Like today, a year ago, in Tempi, nearby where I live, two trains crashed. They were moving in the same road, opposite to one another for 12 minutes and nobody knew about it, until the two trains crashed...

57 people died, most of them being students, around 18-25 years old.

They said it was the station master's fault, he didn't realise that he put the trains in the same rail. But they are hiding the truth...

Our trains were bought from Switzerland, and those trains were used by the Swiss for almost 2 months and they were about to be destroyed, because they were considered to be a danger for everyone.

Our trains, for almost 24 years are moving around the country manually. No train has a GPS system. The systems were bought by the Greek government in 1999 and till today, 2024 they have not been installed....

The railways do not have signal lights, radar, monitoring center and station masters....

We Greeks move like this, for about 20 years....

Until 28 of February 2023, that this terrible train crash happened....

Today, a year later, our politicians lie to us, make empty promises and reassure us that everything is under control. The truth is that nothing is under control. A year later they have done nothing...

The railways are still malfunctioning, no GPS, no monitoring centers and no lights....

And the only one who payed for it was the station master, who did a fatal mistake, but he was just the front person that behind him hid the politicians, that do not take any responsibilities...

The next day after the train crash, the minister of the Ministry of Transportations quit his place! Can you believe it?

The European Union has condemned Greece for ignoring the laws and pointed out the greed of our Prime Minister, which hasn't stated anything of that matter for over a year....

Greeks are devastated! No one hears us, the government is killing us!

Greeks want our politicians to take responsibility. It is in our hands to do it, but we also need help.

Please, spend 5 minutes signing this petition.

Signing this states that you want a constitutional change, which will lift over the political immunity that protect the politicians!

Your help is so much needed. The families of those people suffer and want justice for their children!

PLEASE! WE NEED YOUR HELP, WE CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS!

Sign this petition please! You can chose to ignore the tiping fees. It is only fair that they pay for what they did!

Pray for those 57 lost souls!

😢🕊️

#sos #help #extremely important #tempi #greece now #pray for greece #greece #train crash #sign this petition

[eleni-cherie]

TRAIN CRASH IN TEMPI, GREECE 😔🕯️

my thoughts and prayers to all the victims in the train crash in Tempi (Τεμπη), Greece and to the families of those who didn't make it

16 confirmed deaths and 85 injured as of now :(

❗UPDATE: 57 confirmed deaths 😔🕯️🕯️

#tempi #greece #current events #world news #tragedy #train crash #Τεμπη

[scotianostra]

On 10th December 1937 disaster struck at Castlecary train station on the Edinburgh-Glasgow line.

The Castlecary rail disaster cost 35 people their lives in a freezing snowstorm on a December Friday night in 1937.

Another 179 were hurt in the tragedy when an Edinburgh to Glasgow express ploughed into a stationary train just west of Castlecary village. An inquiry found a signalling error led the driver of the express to believe the line was clear.

The crash happened in the evening of 10 December 1937 as the express from Edinburgh Waverley was travelling at high speed in a blizzard. Both the express and the other train, from Dundee, were bound for Glasgow's Queen Street Station.

The Dundee train was running late and had stopped at signals outside Castlecary Station when the express train rammed into the stationary carriages. An investigation after the incident found a signaller error was to blame, with driver error and challenging weather conditions contributing factors.

For years the disaster was remembered by the local people in Castlecary with a makeshift memorial by the side of the railway, a permanent memorial was created in 2007.

An eight-year-old girl was counted as missing. Poignantly some locals swore to seeing the ghost of the girl for many years on the station platform.....

#scotland #scottish #history #train crash

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

24 People Perished In A Train Derailment Caused By Unknown Saboteurs

The City of San Francisco luxury train was running 30 minutes behind schedule the night of August 12, 1939. To make up for lost time, engineer Ed Hecox pushed the state-of-the-art streamliner to 90 miles per hour while traveling through the Nevada desert. Hecox knew the area well - he had been transporting travelers from Chicago to Oakland and back since he was a stagecoach driver in the 1880s.

The train was at top speed as it approached bridge #4 over the Humboldt River Gorge. Just before the train crossed the overpass, Hecox noticed a tumbleweed on the tracks. The conductor immediately slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. As the momentum from the engines propelled the derailed front cars forward over the bridge, five other cars decoupled and plunged into the riverbed below.

Twenty-four people perished from the impact, and severely injured passengers had to crawl over dismembered body parts in the dark night to seek help. One of the passengers was a doctor, who helped triage and stabilize as many victims as possible. Hecox ran for help, but the next town was miles away. When he finally reached Harney, he alerted authorities and gathered volunteers. The injured lit portions of the train on fire to provide visibility as they awaited Hecox's return. All 170 passengers suffered injuries, and the first rescue train didn't arrive until the following day.

Upon investigation, authorities found that someone had tampered with a 30-foot section of tracks near the bridge. Its spikes had been pulled out, and the track was bent inward. Additionally, the tumbleweed had been tied to the damaged railing to camouflage the saboteurs' work.

Investigators never caught the perpetrators, and the motive behind the sabotage remains a mystery. Officials estimated the job would've taken more than 90 pounds of tools and several hours to complete - an impossible feat for one person. But instead of focusing on suspects with ties to the railroad or its passengers, investigators focused on transient men in the area made homeless from the Great Depression. After numerous interviews, they found that none of the local homeless men could've been responsible for the incident. Volunteers and looters looking for souvenirs the night of the crash had destroyed any clues that may have led to catching any plausible suspects. When the US entered WWII a few years later, officials abandoned the investigation.

#train crash #mass murder #cold cases #unsolved #unsolved mysteries #history

[fuckyeahmarxismleninism]

By Stephen Millies

Nobody should be fooled by pseudo-populist attacks on rail companies by right-wingers. The railroad monopolies are envied by other capitalists for their above-average profits. The real answer to the East Palestine disaster is a people’s takeover of the railroads. They’re a public utility that should be run in the interests of people, not super-profits.

#East Palestine #Ohio #train crash #disaster #poisoning #Norfolk Southern #capitalism #deregulation #railroad workers #class struggle #Donald Trump #Joe Biden #pete buttigieg #burn pit #Struggle La Lucha

[gaymer-hag-stan]

Update on the train incident I posted about earlier.

In case you don't know what I'm talking about, on the 28th of February, a head-on collision occurred between two trains south of the Tempi Valley, near the village of Evangelismos in Thessaly, Greece. The collision, involving the IC62 passenger train and an intermodal freight train, killed at least 57 people, making it the deadliest rail disaster in Greek history and also the deadliest in Europe since the Santiago de Compostela derailment in 2013.

What's been happening ever since is ridiculous, because the vast majority of news anchors on TV have been trying way too hard to push the trainmaster as the sole person responsible for the incident.

At this point two things should be noted.

A. Said trainmaster was grossly unqualified for the position he was put in, reportedly by a politician friend who is still unknown to the public

B. Greece is the lowest ranking EU country for press freedom

I think you can put two and two together, but while obviously the trainmaster should be held responsible as far as his part is concerned. So should the media who consistently ignored train workers going multiple strikes to complain about the unsafe condition of the railway system and had already warned that it was only a matter of time before a serious accident would happen literally a month ago. So should the former transport minister, Kostas Achilleas Karamanlis, who resigned after the incident but would not hear the various warnings by the train workers and would immediately declare their strikes as illegal. Both he and the prime minister Kyriakos Mitsotakis kept saying that the way the railroad system was operating during the previous government was unsafe and would eventually cause accidents and were bragging about fixing it yet they knowingly did nothing. There are videos of the prime minister arriving at the site of the incident and a bunch of his yesmen directing him at how to appear to look sad, shouting out to him to lower his head and stuff like that.

GPS tracking technology has been purchased TWENTY THREE years ago and has inexplicably not been installed yet. Meaning that every single person in power since 2000 has purposefully ignored the much needed upgrade. Trains have no way of tracking each other other than radio communication which is ridiculous. The two trains that crashed into each other were allowed to move on the same track because the stationmaster at Larissa, who had only been working for one month there, ordered the train to proceed and pass red signals all the way to Neoi Poroi and ordered his assistant – the switchman – to not "turn the keys" (realign the switches) as a local train would be crossing them. The section where the accident took place, located 27.3 kilometres (17.0 miles) north of Larissa, was double-tracked and equipped with automatic controls, but switching and signalling were still being controlled manually.

The European Union announced that they had allocated tons of funds to upgrade the railway system that were never properly invested and were literally about to take Greece to court for the condition of the railway system being a literal health hazard.

The following video features scenes of police brutality.

On the left you can see Kyriakos Mitsotakis' social media post addressing the situation. I could actually translate for you but it's nothing more than empty words. On the right you can see policemen cracking down on people who gathered outside Hellenic Train's headquarters by firing tear gas and using excessive violence. The man with the blurred face exclaims that he was offering medical assistance when the policemen arrested him. The policeman yelling in his face is screaming "What are you doing here? Are you Albanian? Are you a commie? What are you?" And lastly you can see the prime minister in one of his previous speeches inside the parliament formally apologising for anyone who has been affected by police brutality in the past (at this point it should also be noted that during his reign of terror, police brutality incidents have been an at all time high as far as recent years go. He has also seriously overfunded and overhired the police during the last few years)

It should finally be noted that the Monday before the train crash took place was a national holiday, and many of the train passengers were university students in their 20s who had gone back home for the long weekend and were now returning back to their universities in northern Greece

At least 57 people were killed, and 80 others were injured, with 25 of them suffering serious injuries. Of the injured, 66 were hospitalized, with six being admitted to intensive care units. Identifying some victims was challenging due to the high temperatures reaching up to 1,300 degrees Celsius (2,370 degrees Fahrenheit) inside the first carriage. Six Albanians, two Cypriot students and a citizen of Romania are among the dead.

As a closing statement, I'd like to share a quote that's been flying around social media ever since the above incidents took place.

"The few kids that we didn't chase away abroad, boarded the train to go study.

The ones who survived went to protest for those who died.

We beat up those ones."

#Greece #Tempi #Train Crash #Tempi Train Crash #Τέμπη

[amtrak-official]

So given that there was another train crash recently, I want to explain the position of this blog in relation to train crashes. I will not post about them unless someone else brings it up first. If someone else initiates a discussion of them however I will discuss it. The reason I don't bring them up is because often people die or are seriously hurt by these crashes and I want this blog to remain fun and mostly light hearted for people. I love the community this blog has fostered and I want to keep that community one focused on positivity.

#blog future #I dont know how to use this #I just want to briefly explain why I never bring them up #train crash

[dispatchesfromtheclasswar]

[Video] Front-line view of the heavy clashes with the riot police during the general strike for the deadliest-ever train crash in Greece

Thursday, 16 March 2023, Athens, Greece. Tens of thousands of protesters were marching through the city centre when suddenly and for absolutely no reason the riot police began to attack unarmed protesters, throwing tear gas canisters and flash-bang grenades into the crowd, underneath Syntagma Square, the main square of the city next to the greek parliament. The crowd started to run to escape from the tear gas fumes while the riot police were launching non-stop attacks until they reached Hotel Grande Bretagne where they were met with a barrage of molotovs, hurled by anarchists, as seen in the video.

*The unprovoked initial police attack can be seen at

1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMlHENmhk-g

2. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFSVKDu4ZVk

People in Greece are still in mourning, still in shock, following the death of 57 people in a train crash at Tempe, the deadliest in the country and one of the worst in Europe.

16 days later the dead passengers, mainly young students, are still being remembered and people continue to protest against the crime executed by the neoliberal government and a private company, that chose to sacrifice passenger safety for profit, resulting in a passenger service train, carrying more than 350 people, ramming into a freight train, just before midnight on Tuesday 28 February 2023, after they ended up on the same track mainly due to the lack of technical equipment and the incompetence of the stationmaster, causing the front carriages to burst into flames.

Ongoing revelations of staff shortages and substandard equipment have revealed the dangerous state of the privatized rail network. It was indeed an accident waiting to happen.

For 16 days, almost all protests in Athens have been brutally attacked by the so-called “mourning” riot police, under the orders of Mitsotakis government that pretends to care, while they even close down all metro stations around a protest's starting point to deter people from joining them. Such is the government's sincerity and repentance for the blood of 57 people on their hands.

Just a few months before the parliamentary elections, the situation in Greece is unpredictable in a place where there is no justice, nor peace.

#athens #greece #greek #riot #riots #protests #protest #train crash #train collision #anarchists #anarchist #Youtube

[nelsonakis]

Η τραγική ειρωνία

#greece #train accident #train crash #τεμπη

[krishna-sangini]

The Surprise

It was a cloudy day. Not too gloomy, the clouds were just the perfect shade of grey. I was getting ready to spend my day off laying on my couch, reading ‘Hold Still’ for the umpteenth time. It was Sunday, the beloved day for all to go hang out with their friends and family. But I had none, at least not where I lived.

I lived in Bengaluru then, working my new job. It was a great offer; so, even though I had to leave my family back in Odisha, I decided to take the job. The first few weeks were manageable; I was busy with shifting and putting things in order in my tiny new apartment. But after everything was settled, I started feeling the initial pangs of homesickness. I started missing my mom’s cooking, my sister’s annoying giggles, and even our street dogs’ unending howling. In short, I missed even the most annoying things about my hometown.

Work was good, though it was tiring. We had to work continuously for five hours before getting a one-hour break, and then again work for four long hours. The compensation we got wasn’t bad either; uninterrupted weekends at home, and a decent salary along with social benefits. The toil was worth the fruit.

I sat down with my breakfast tray, the T.V. remote in hand. I surfed channels until I reached the news channel. Just when I was about to take a bite out of the aloo paratha, I got a call. A smile spread on my lips as I saw the name on the screen, ‘Rashmi Aunty’. I picked up the call after pressing ‘Mute’ on the remote.

“Hello, Aunty! Namaste!” “Yes, beti. Namaste. How are you?” “I’m good, Aunty. How about you?” “Yes, dear. I’m all fit. By the way, I have a favour to ask.” “Sure, Aunty. What is it?” “Can you call Priyal to check where she’s reached? That brat isn’t picking up my call. She left home yesterday to give you a surprise visit.” “What- O-Okay, Aunty. I’ll call her right away. Bye!” “Bye, beti.”

Priyal is my best friend. We’ve been friends since kindergarten. And yes, she lived back in Odisha. I really had no idea that she was visiting. I was happy and, at the same time, was a bit disappointed that Aunty spoilt the surprise. I smiled and picked up my phone, hiding my excitement even though I lived alone. I turned my back to the T.V. as I walked into the kitchen, ignoring the news playing on the channel.

I scrolled through my contacts and pressed Priyal’s name. The call rang for a few moments, but it was unanswered. I tried her other number; that too was unanswered. “My girl is so dedicated to surprise me. Poor child! I’m just gonna act surprised,” I said aloud. “Ah, dumb me forgot to ask Aunty how she’s getting here,” I said with a facepalm. After another call with Rashmi Aunty, I got to know that Priyal had boarded a train to Bengaluru which was to arrive that day at 10.30 a.m. I looked at my watch, it read 9.55 a.m. I decided to go pick her up from the station myself, intending to surprise her instead.  

I changed into a pair of denim jeans and a black oversized hoodie before hopping on my scooty and starting for the station. On reaching, I saw that the station entrance was unnaturally crowded. People were screaming, yelling, and rushing in and out of the station. There were multiple ambulances with sirens; the medical staff rushed into the station with stretchers. Many people were pouring out with bloodied clothes. I began panicking.

I parked my scooty hastily and ran over to an ambulance. I went up to a nurse and asked, “Sister, what is this situation?” The maiden, who had just finished writing something in a register, looked up at me with distressed eyes and replied, “There has been a severe train accident a few metres from the station, ma’am. There have been many casualties. Please move out of the way and make way for the patients!”

I stumbled aside as I saw a severely wounded person being brought on a stretcher into the ambulance. My mind went blank for a few moments. The only image that came to my mind was that of Priyal; she had boarded a train to visit me.

She had boarded a train to visit me.

I rushed into the station and started screaming out Priyal’s name like a mad woman. I collided with many people, some desperately searching for a loved one, some desperately wanting a loved one to find them. Everyone was in hysterics; the atmosphere was one of pure chaos. The air was heavy with dust and the pungent smell of blood. As I neared the edge of the platform, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. A great relief washed over me as I saw the name ‘Piyaaa’ flashing on the screen.  

“Hello, Piya?! Are you fine? Where are you right now?” I yelled into the phone the moment I picked up the call. “Hello? Am I speaking to Miss Nayani?” came an unfamiliar voice from the other side. “Yes? Who is this and where is Priyal?” I screamed into the phone, my voice getting louder with each word. “I am very sorry to inform you this, Miss, but your friend…”

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I ran to the reception and asked for the whereabouts of Priyal. The receptionist gave me a room number and a floor number which I blindly jabbed into the elevator. My legs seemed to have a brain of their own as they carried me to a large crowded room. There were around 30 beds in that room. Each bed was occupied by a patient, maimed and still. And beside almost every bed was that loved one who was waiting for their surprise visit. I scanned the room for the face I was looking for; I found it in a corner. I rushed over to her side. A doctor had just finished examining Priyal and was moving on to the next patient with a disheartened look.

“Doctor, doctor! What is wrong with her? She will survive, right?” I asked desperately, grabbing the doctor’s arm. She held my hand gently and said, “I’m afraid, Miss. You don’t have much time together. We tried all we could. Her spine is badly damaged and 20 of her vertebrae have been crushed. I’m really sorry.”

These words fell on my ears like lightning bolts. I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. ‘Rashmi Aunty’ was the name on the screen. The phone slipped from my grip. I slowly walked up to Priyal’s bed. She had the same face twinkling with mischief, only it was covered with dried blood and hastily wrapped with bandages. Her whole body was bloodied; her arms and legs were covered with bandages too. Her purple tee was discoloured with blood and was torn in many places. The doctors had probably shifted her to this room after examining her condition, and ascertaining that there was no hope of saving her.

There was a drip attached to Priyal, but there was no oxygen mask. The doctors probably didn’t want to waste the precious gas on a lost cause. There was a heart monitor, however, with a feeble reading. I kneeled beside her and took her hand gently.

“Piya?” I called quietly. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at me blankly. After a few seconds, a light of recognition flashed in her eyes as she squeezed my hand. Tears started blurring my vision as I squeezed her hand back.

“Why… Why didn’t you wait for a few more days… Why you…?” I muttered in between sobs. Priyal’s pale lips curled into a weak smile. “Surprise, honey!” She whispered using all her strength. I could say nothing; all I could do was hold her hand and cry my heart out.

“Heiii! Now don’t send me off all messy like that,” I heard Priyal’s feeble voice again. I looked up at her. Her eyes were filled with the same innocence that she had when we were kids. I made a shaky attempt to wipe my tears. Putting on a smile as best as I could, I said, “Shut up, dummy. You’re getting back on your feet within days and we’re celebrating my birthday at my place. No excuses now!”

She chuckled, and I giggled. Tears spilt out of our eyes without us realising. She tightened her grip on my hand. “Baanhi yaar… Tell maa and baba that I’m sorry for not being able to see them for the last time,” Priyal said, sniffing while smiling. “Don’t talk rubbish, Piya! You’re walking out of this horrid place,” I said as if I was consoling myself.

She smiled wider as I felt her grip loosen. “I love you, Baanhi. I’m really happy to have you here with me now. I’m at rest and remember, I’ll be watching over you always…” said my best friend on her deathbed. “I love you more, Piya. I always will…” I muttered. Priyal’s smile never faltered, but the heart monitor did. It showed a flat line.  

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It’s still a cloudy day, even after 10 years. The clouds are the perfect shade of grey, yet it feels too gloomy. It’s Sunday, and I’m on my couch reading ‘Hold Still’ for the umpteenth time. I’m still in Bengaluru, with no family or friends to visit me, except for the bright jolly girl in a purple tee who still watches over me.

My phone rings, and a smile spreads on my lips as I see the name on the screen, ‘Rashmi Aunty’.

“Hello, Aunty. Namaste!” “Yes, beti. How are you?” “I’m good, Aunty. How about you?” “Yes, dear. I’m all fit… I have a favour to ask, by the way.” “Sure, Aunty. What is it?” “Please live well, my child, and be happy.” “I will, Aunty. I definitely will…”  

-T.P.N

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A story that I wrote inspired by the recent triple-train crash in Odisha... The fact that hundreds of people were left waiting for a loved one forever absolutely pained me. I can never imagine the amount of pain these people must have felt...

My heart goes out to those people and the ones who had to leave untimely...

#short story #sad ending #dark #train crash #my_musings

[asmalltowngirl]

Just about a year ago, in 28/02/2023, a terrible tragedy happened in Greece. Two trains crashed in Tempi, and more than 57 people have lost their lives.

Today marks the first anniversary of that day, and it’s a cloudy day. Those people on the train, their parents, their relatives, have not seen the sun shine since that day. Instead the real criminals, the people responsible for this very serious crime are free and happy, with no care in the world. What can you possibly say to those mothers, who are now mourning their kids, what do you say to those whose relatives were unfortunate enough to be on that train, and lastly, what do you say to people who want justice to be served properly in this country? Especially when you see the people responsible for it completely ignore the situation.

Fly high angels, I’m sorry the world was cruel to you.

#tempi #train crash #57 people #greece

[fandomsmeantheworldtome]

Sometimes i really hate living in my country

#greece #train crash #i am still shocked #we keep advertising this country as a paradise heaven for the tourists to come visit us in summer #but the system is rotten #nothing is working properly here #this country is a member of europian union still lots of times we acting like a third world country