City Tram Rides
On a cloudy Sunday in Brussels I am heading to a friend’s house when the urge grips me to take the tram. Without rain around I am resistant, and after a second of feeling within I happily give in to my intuitive hunch. Sitting on the train a sweet presence of 88years sits next to me and shows me why I was called to the tram. “I’m 88 very soon. I’ve been married and my wife passed years ago. The marriage was a difficult one. Marriage is difficult. Are you married?” “Me? Oh no,
