These days you no longer see lovers on railway platforms exchanging glances as the clock marks the approach of an inexorable farewell. There are no suitcases tied up with string with just a few belongings inside, and a host of dreams. There are no tear-filled eyes or handkerchiefs being waved. The old trains that trundled along in a black and white Spain have been replaced by magnificent machines that travel at over three hundred kilometers per hour. Now railway platforms lie silent, and passengers pass the time looking at their mobile phones. Train stations are not as full as emotion as they used to be.