Tram

It’s the humdrum daily routine for Tram’s conductress. As every morning, men get on the tram to go to work, one after another, all similar, quiet, grey, apathetic. And yet, on that day, following the jolts and the road’s vibrations, to the rhythm of the tickets inserted in the ticket-stamping machine, the tram conductress’ desire turns the reality into a surrealistic fantasy.